LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

CRY OF THE INNOCENTS

We have seen children with weeping bones

all memories lodged in paths of flesh and blood

children with broken hands, broken smiles, broken souls

as broken as the word “P E A C E”!

We have seen children with dead eyes

looking at the dirt in which they rest forever now

forgotten maybe in a tomb with no name or flowers

but present in a picture taken by someone

We reach for that rage that comes from inside

an indignation that becomes conscious

attached to strings of unavoidable tears

and a poem gets written as solitary hope

Where do all the tortured innocents rest after all?

On the walls of civilization as a portrait perhaps,

another history book so we remember wars?

The cold stare of those that kill them to gain power?

Could it be in the memory of poets screaming

"Silence is a crime too!" , every time a child dies,

as if the whole world would really listen

embracing together against all evilness

A bird amidst shells and cries,

you will plant flowers over the sores of blood!

LOVERS

dance with me to the beat of love

where a memory hangs over a cloud

and whispers secrets to the night

calling to the moon to look at us

naked bodies on the sand

romancing a lurid waltz

turning all silence into passionate cry

tongues sealing our salt

twirls of flesh tied in one

ancient desires blushing anew

on the warm carpet of tiny crystal roses

bathed by tropical waves

lucid dreams romancing the mind

where only you can conceive

the power of your gravity

taking over all my fire

until finally subdued

into pulsing

karma!

SALT

always on a thursday

something about it,

blows own eyes away

a caged bird

but the door pleases out,

the swiftness of other hands…

backdoor histories

rocking alive,

full blast transparency

summation of memories

keeping two words,

breathless

needles prick

the love protagonist,

faith bleeds

again!

BACHA POSH

Free myself of isolation chains

all obscurity surrounding my mind

the walls that deny existence

open now the entrances of liberty

let me be a self beyond the curtains

that blinds all light, dampening the spirit,

for a bird is about to die!

I will gladly hide my soft curves

while the fresh air hits my face

with the flavor of danger

the sting of manhood

ruling the world.

*bacha posh – dressed up and disguised as a boy.

Refers to a cultural practice in which a daughter is sent off into the world as one of the boys.

SCROLLS

the written recollection

of your deepest voice

parchments of passions

tied to the salt of time

sacred longings

pulsing my veins

as refugee of love!

the echoes of the mezuzah’s

prayers are heard

deep within the beating cave

of my heart,

timeless…

yet bounded to

apocalyptic

desires

the shadows of the nights

forging a spear of light

when i seize both

your hands

to submerge in a

ritual bath…

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ

LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ is a published poet, narrator, editor in chief, translator and cultural promoter from Puerto Rico- Caribbean. Is Continental Executive Director for World Festival of Poetry (WFP) and World Poetic Front for Defending Women’s Rights (WM). Is recipient of the Kathak Literary Award 2017 – Dhaka International Poets Summit (Bangladesh).