The Poem

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I looked

In every place

All these years

Except my heart

I listened

To the noise

all around

Except my voice

I smelled

the tales

between pages

Except my story

I tasted

 Of earth’s

abundance

Except my soul

I touched

the vibrance

of life

Except my spirit

Now

I will be

the POEM.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2015

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Cityscapes and Citysounds

city sounds

City sounds

Passing traffic

Making rounds

Loudly graphic

Screeching tire

High and shrill

Hot as desire

A construction drill

Children’s laughter

A pounding hammer

Happily fading ever after

Heavy, breathless clamor.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2014

*painting Cityscapes by Jeremy Mann