Stop! Pause it here!
Right now, the floor is so foreign to me
Gravity seems so normal all the time there
The solemn, deafening chord gestures a manifesto of savagery
The bass drum descends through a waterfall announcing the impact
The eyes of my other selves meet in that circle, reddened and bright, revealing the color of the soul
A pot boiling, an ancestral custom, draws us to the center and crashes us head-on into everything
You jump, moving the lid and spilling the foam
Colored smoke and vapors of euphoria
Screams and the verse crowds the stirrup
The heart screams in reality
I lost my voice a while ago
"Crazy as hell," you might think
What a reasonable negotiation and sacrifice
The descent begins and gravity smiles vengefully
It knows it catches me wherever I go
It only laughs when it sees me play like a kid
Broken and dirty zombies of the zamba go out to hunt some panchito
With the soul New and with a battered body,
they continue to chant their names forever.
What a blessing to see my streets again through the airplane windows.
Surely you took care of me with your face on the corner.
Thinking like the pogo stick and the payment.
I only come to think about the next chance to leave.
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Author:
Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Primitive dance of the wildest wise men of the place.
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An interesting metaphor the pogo stick and bouncing from one place by flying a most interesting poem
Everything seems like an oscillating cycle that goes up and down or comes and goes. As always, I'm very grateful that you stopped by to read. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
Wonderful metaphor and, not sure if intentional, but it almost looks like an inverted pogo stick. Love the poem and its structure. Well done, Damaso!
Of course, I wanted to use the word "Pogo" because it encompasses so many meanings in different contexts. It could be a child's toy, a rock concert, or an ancient ritual of some African tribe. It also made me think of this movement as a constant in the ups and downs of life. Thank you so much for stopping by; I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
You are welcome, my friend!
A interesting and well written write,raw and passionate, also loved the picture
Thank you so much. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading it. I almost always try to express my most intense feelings raw, which is what I love about this. It's so kind of you to read and share. Best regards.
You are very welcome
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