Rosalinda Flores Martinez Poems

My heart is not my heart anymore
I left it in the pulpit, wiggling red like jelly.

In a pilgrim's silence, the walls of
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Sometimes there are just things you don't understand

and just can't explain how things happen
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You can't just forget those who have gone.

You miss them all and think about those times touching hands -
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(for vocations)


Tender breath,
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Somewhere, I make promises
No bravoes, no bells, beyond
Dreams.Into the deep.
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The hole is filled with

Many stars heaped from above
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In crescendo, you on the pulpit -

It was in a house which I then quite venerated. It was a dance in the corners and after a while found the best place to stay was in front where you preached the good news.
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I want to seize this time gathering my thoughts
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To only one - Eternal God
Be Holy Trinity adored
Finite batteries of our lives
be charged
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I can't solve the tangent of circles in heartbeats -
the pink fog of dusk and circles in bloodstone
lines perpendicular in the same core
our breaths in matrix of age, naked for rain.
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