Thursday, 18 April 2013

The high tides Of my life’s ocean...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

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The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Bric a brac hide
On its shore

Memories left on the sand
For all of us to see,
Once the tide is low.

The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Move my emotions
Up and down,
To and fro.

Shifting my moods,
Now with sunshine,
Now with the silvery touch
Of moon’s glow.

The high tides
Of my life’s ocean
Stirred my past with gloom
Where hopes could barely stay afloat.

Left on the beach,
Like stranded,
Making it easy to be picked.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero



Friday, 29 March 2013

Meet Mr. Daffodil Scarecrow...




Mr. Daffodil Scarecrow
photo & poem © Jesús Montero

I went for a walk in Regent's Park this morning when I came across him. 
I had not seen him before and I deemed it most pertinent to call him 
Mr. Daffodil Scarecrow.

Mr. Daffodil Scarecrow
Lived in Regent’s Park
Where people came to visit
From far away lands.

Sparrows kept him company
And from time to time,
A lark.

All sorts of people gathered around him,
Chinese, Croatian, Italian and Dutch.

How they all would marvel every Tuesday
At London’s brightest new star.
Expectant, they would all be waiting
For the right time to come.

When dear Mr. Daffodil Scarecrow,
In his bright green Wellingtons, standing proud
His favourite words would utter:
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Friday, 8 March 2013

A rose is still a rose...




photo & poem © Jesús Montero

English, French
Or Ecuatorian.

A rose
Is still a rose.

Captured
Within the bottle, 
Fragranceless
Or trapped
Amongst the words
Of volumes.

A rose
Is still a rose.

Flourishing
In the garden, or
Fervorously awaiting
In the market stall.

A rose
Is still a rose.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero