On my way to nowhere...

Palm Trees Through Window (painted on my iPhone) 

poem  and painting  © Jesús Montero

GROUND ZERO + 73

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I find

That I’m, at times,

On my way to nowhere.

It’s something

That doesn’t last,

Though while it does,

I wonder, what then?

I find

That I’m, at times,

On my way to nowhere.

I know,

That it will pass,

What brings me back

To getting somewhere.

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poem  and painting  © Jesús Montero

Rite of Spring...

poem  and photo © Jesús Montero

Rite of Spring...

WHAT’S ALL THIS HULLABALOO?

No matter which corner I turn,

Snow drops upstaged by crocuses,

Daffodils by Magnolia bloom!

WHAT’S ALL THIS HULLABALOO?

No more scarfs but neckerchiefs,

No more gloom but light!

WHAT’S ALL THIS HULLABALOO?

Gone are the days to feel sombre,

The Rite of Spring has begun!

poem  and photo © Jesús Montero

What is poetry?

poem  © Jesús Montero

GROUND ZERO + 11

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What is poetry?

The solution to my puzzles?

A fast track into my heart?

Is it an outlet for my emotions?

Code breaker of my subconscious?

A theurapeutic arrangement of the alphabet?

Is it the expression of my soul?

An unrepeatable moment,

Put into words?

Or is it a cocky monologue

That stabs me in my back?

And escapes.

Running.

To seek comfort

In the ears and lips of others?

                                                                  poem  © Jesús Montero