JUANITA GARCIA VERA

JUANITA

GARCIA VERA

DREAMS OF WONDER

It’s four a.m.

Old Red crows

To greet the Summer day

My eyes open

To the morning stars

Twinkling, winking,

Biding adieu

To the quiet of night

My bones move

Jumping into the day

The day’s just beginning

Already, my mind

Is running with the

Thought of doing

Feeding chickens, rabbits

Slopping hogs and feeding birds

All are

Trailing my footsteps

Carefully tending gardens,

Weeding crops

Chores divided

It all gets done

The noon call rings

To break for lunch

And the Sunset lights

Golden rainbow colors

Streaking bluest crystal sky

Cotton Candy Clouds

Waltzing with the evening breeze

Are leaving the horizon

All work aside

We are running

Playing tag , hide and seek

In the vast, green Cotton Fields

Exquisite yellow petals,

Like butterfly wings

Are waving in the wind

The day disappears into yesterday

Thoughts of childhood

Quickly fade, like the cloudy days

The Rooster was singing

But, it was a memory

Of which, I was dreaming

Of the time of rosy dreams

Of the time of magic thoughts

Of Awe and wonder

In wonder, I have lived

And in wonder, I’ll be leaving

For now, I am dreaming

Of the light

That fires my wondering

Of the night

That ends my wandering

© Juanita García Vera

All Rights Reserved JGV 2016

THE STARS CRIED

The stars light

The evening sky

And every place I see

Their light so bright

Shone in my eyes

So bright,

It blinded me

I’d never seen

A miracle

Until I saw his face

His smile so warm

Opened my heart

To see

What life could be

I never thought

The light I saw

Was burning

From within

I’d never seen

The stars that cried

Until my light grew dim

©Juanita Garcia Vera

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POETRY CALLED

Poetry called

Not because I was

A great writer

Not because I could rhyme

Not because I wanted fame

Not because I longed

For financial gain

Poetry called

Because my heart

Hurt So bad

I wanted to die

Because my tears

Did little to fill

The void

To ease the pain

Words, poured,

Words gushed

Like an endless waterfall

Of paralyzing pain

Like a tornado

That swept

Everything

Into the darkest sky

While I drowned

In its powerful force

I wrote, at first

Making little sense

Of how I felt

I wrote and wrote

Wrote for years

Then one day

 I   read

The words

And they made

Me cry

The terrible pain

The paralyzing loss

The vast vacuum

That swallowed my soul

That left me a shadow

A dark sullen being

With no hope,

No laughter,

No vision of tomorrow

One day, I wrote

A funny poem

And I laughed to myself

Found the light

And though the emptiness

Remained, Somehow

I clung on

To the words and

Things I wrote

Poetry

Spoke to me

Poetry

Made me see

That

Hope shines bright

In the dimmest of lights

As long as I live

Hope lives in me

And God, I believe

I will not be silent

Telling everyone

That light shines

On the edges

Of the darkest clouds

Open your heart

To see it shine

So beautifully

© Juanita García Vera

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

JGV 25-03-2015

JUANITA GARCÍA VERA