Poemas para los poetas sin poesía

57-... Once upon a time.

This is what summer is for me,
Life's good.

Straddling over grass in my own meadow,
Identifying what a flower is.
Using my phone to take hundreds of pictures,
Of animals and solution greens.
While dancing in the path amongst our trees.
Arranging me in a towel, spread between ants
And letting flowers grow, under both watches.
White butterflies flying in the garden;
Allowing me to dream about my friends.
Wee folk, little people, after warm solstice.
Cutting down the fruits to make smoothies,
Planning ahead up to the winy months.
Northern family lot jut below sun
And so many stones surrounding me.
Yew trees, tulips, tagetes, orchids...
There are so many petals nowadays.
First my mother's birthday,
then my bestie's;
Caring about life,
rather than death.
Days elapsing
Sit down in my swing.
Falling in and out, repeal, and in again...
Love in every day, wishing for apples.
Lord, let this be a fruitful harvest.
Indeed there is Family of the year,
Good-read's, familiar fanfics,
everything it's become, like who I've been.
Listening to the lyrics, rhythmic rhymes.
Whatever I do, feels like I'm meant to.
Chillin' during every pagan year, in my youth.
I feel like thanking gods for their help, too.
Deities gift this poem when drinking juice.
Conversing with my guides,
I'm thriving wonders.
Crazy, busy and crying with these verses.
Meeting my great-grandma, writing for her.
Mother's mom is waiting for me as well.

(Discovering insomnia and all-nighters,
Going back to insightful 2020,
Even though there is also
Some difficult stuff
Going on, talk about it,
in my surroundings,
just us,
it's better if we don't.)

Reading my ancestry's stories in a book.
Singing everything that makes me feel.
Remembering memories narrated,
Perceiving them being right here for me.
Admiring Argentinian green eyes,
Inspirational vibes containing snippets.
Feeling great about living in Europe,
Talking my own tongue, all seems inspiring.
Not(ic)ing everything, even the little things.
And creating so much poetry it's like a chant.
Feeling like I am in heaven,
not faking it even a tiny bit.
Feeling myself blushing, try flushed,
Sending good vibes and hugs spread.
Typing emojis like I've never done before.
Prolonging vows and vowels, even more so.
Listening to nice echoes of my own wisdom.
Ginger Candy, Gemini, very tasty.
Being Fi-Ne alongside a lovely Te-Ni
(Oh sunshine, how I love when you tease me,
"Randomly Romantic, Seriously Sexy").
And writing endlessly thinking of him.
Lately, sharing so many creative gifts,
Spotify playlists showing songs.
Engaging lushy thoughts around my partner,
Feeling together even though I'm alone.
And yearning for nothing I can't have.
Enlightening friendships overall.
Every time I love being like that.
Fire air, and just a bit of water,
Rooting my beliefs in Mother Earth,
Blue skies in the middle of the day,
Watching light go down behind some clouds.

"Once upon a time, a girl flew higher".
Being myself, personalizing all.
I feel connected to nature,
that's true.