Voices (Voces) / Poem by Jelene Roque M.

Poem by Jelene Roque M.

 

Voices

If every drop of fluid tear from the aura rammed the soul,
tender to the hurricane of splashed unconsciousness;
If the imaginary force that engulfs pain,
Sate the sorrows that copulate poverty
It would be the rough hands that wield
Joy curdled in infants’ irises
Born from roots and wildlife.

Jelene Roque M. Copyright of the author

 

Voces

Si cada gota de lágrima fluida del aura embistiera el alma,
enterneciera al huracán de inconciencias salpicadas;
Si la fuerza imaginaria que engulle al dolor,
saciara las tristezas que copulan pobrezas
serían las manos ásperas las que empuñen
la alegría cuajada en los iris de infantes
que nacen de las raíces y la fauna.

Jelene Roque M.
Derechos reservados del autor

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