Forgetfulness
Alone in my house
I could contemplate the empty
solitude of my own soul.
Logs in the fireplace wink,
the sky pales like water,
the creek stops rumbling.
Behind the window I guess
the scent from the mountains
pregnant with rosemary.
Serene thoughts of you appear,
-dew from a cool morning-
turning everything soft.
I will listen to you, soon,
but now the phone
rings loudly in my heart
and the fear of loosing
this attachment of centuries
makes me forget you again.
Alicia Viguer-Espert, a three times Pushcart Award nominee, was born and raised in Valencia, Spain. Her work has been published nationally and internationally in journals, print media and anthologies. Winner of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival on 2017, she is also the author of three chapbooks. In addition, she’s included in Top 39 LA poets, Ten Poets to Watch 2018 and Bards of Southern California: Top 30 Poets, by Spectrum.
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