Poetry Book Ii - Anew Poem by Erica Vieira

Book Opens

Several upon a time,
In the shadowy, cold sphere
Observed maliciously a people.
Sensing a heaviness in their minds,
That spread through entirely.
However,
It was in one corner only.

On the Verge

Silence.
The palpable cure
For a brilliant mind.
And patience.
The palpable solace
To acquire one.

In the Path of

Sensory lines
In the sense of, mine
Search for an answer
To the sublime.

Center of Earth
In the way of, me
Preach an answer
To reflection seen.

I stumble and wobble
Across the patterns…
Meet the me
Meet the answer.

As in Title

Round, the circumference
Satellite, interference
Interference, as in question
No, as in exclamation
The face of it, as in periods.
The space of it, as in one period

Assign

I used to carry a sign.
Thin as hair, brick in weight.
So many letters cramped,
In a limited amount of space.
It was sealed, stomped a stamp.
And concealed a thought exclaimed.
Nothing much, when much is nothing,
Merely leaves in pain.

Below the Nose

My mouth obeys.
No more than the rest.
Stationary it is
When not asked to kiss.
Dancing it is
When asked to.

Shaped

Cube, life in many.
Linen drapes
Case, staircase.
Sit v-shaped.
Fragile and heavy.

Stubbornness

Yours, not mine.
Mine, now yours.

Children's cry
Not mine, yours.
Inside cubes
Crashing on walls
Not yours, mine.

Lesson

Babies who scream,
First for victory!
Continue in speech.
A way to teach.
Babies who laugh,
First in way of silly,
Continue to teach.

Pupila

The black in eyes,
To see.
Massive, compact.
Universe in sky,
To see.
Universe in me.

Daydream

One more rest,
Into dreams I fall.
In my waking hours,
I dream, for all.
Hope in the form,
Of anew.
Closer to life,
Closer to you.