Wednesday, December 1, 2021





Broken Childhood


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!



Just Me



I am woman

seeking the truest

denotation of life!


Thousand vortices of daring vigor

where all my tiny steps can be turned into a rhizome

spreading potentials

for spiritual and flesh reveries,

not these aromas of paradoxical dreams

          - so futile -

for I might get lost in solitude. 


Never to deceive my own eyes and these hands full of warmth.


Never to lose the grip on time,

the love call offering a pulsing emotion.

Never to miss the only door to

  sacred rhapsody!






as mirrors of existence

echoes of lives dwelling a

    timeless existence

not really aware of the miniscule self

each one a world by itself

spinning with own heart as a sun,

own vulnerability elapsing towards others

and a certain blindness tied to the self


while others don't even breath enough

to see all sunflowers get so

    yellow under blues skies!


Rhythms of denials beating stronger than faith.




LUZ MARÍA LÓPEZ (Puerto Rico). Bilingual author who publishes in Spanish and English. Poet, narrator, translator, editor, anthologist, prologist, lecturer and international cultural promotor. Contributing Editor for “The Dhaka Review” - A Poetry Journal. Editorial Board of the Literary Magazine Taller Igitur. Honorary Member of the National Council of International Independent Writers. Kathak Literary Award, Dhaka International Poets Summit, 2017; "Shaan-E-Adab" Award, XI International Writers Festival, University of Udaipur, India, 2016. Invited to multiple Poetry Festivals, Book Fairs, Expo-Colloquiums, Congresses. She has published eight books of poetry. Her poetry is translated into more than 20 languages and featured in books of selected authors, literary magazines and international anthologies.


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