Guadalupe S Partida

Guadalupe S Partida Jan 2024

Inherent poems (people as pieces of poetry)

You are already a poem
that I love—

Like all great poetry
it is to be shared with the world

Guadalupe S Partida Jan 2024

that which makes up your foundation (the space between has purpose/perhaps potential bedroom, kitchen & livings)

Look at the very edges of yourself

the wall studs that have always been sturdy
from corner stud to corner stud you have been built well you are made to fit

each end joist, brace and girder right where they must be
you are harmony and beauty just as you are

Look at yourself every edge constructed with purpose and the space left in
between purposeful, too

Guadalupe S Partida Jan 2024

Thoughts: The premonitions come as images and spoken phrases in dreams

My name short was uttered with reluctance in a room in which I was not in. Why ?

I wake up in the morning, and I understand why.

We are the same consciousness dreaming. We are connected. In the quiet silence all reveals itself.

Guadalupe S Partida Jan 2024

dreams & remembrances (the roundness of things ) draft 1

we are in our home
where the pomegranates have begun
to fall

where the sugarcane is planted
next to the persimmons, and the limes
drop round as heavy as chucked pebbles

into a sea of black dirt below
illuminated by one round moon
your face stern and mine young

begin to sing to our elder
in the sky
that was it, I remember—

my paternal grandmother would sing for us

my paternal grandmother would sing for us

Guadalupe S Partida Dec 2023

I have a nightmare each morning (Unraveling)

I awake with you asking me the same questions, and I answer truthfully and then I cry.
But I don’t know if I cry of joy or sorrow because before I can take another breathe the dream is over and you are sleeping next to me. And the dream is a piece of yarn that unravels me into waking life where I don’t have the courage to answer you truthfully.

The vague areas of life

Where do we hold vagueness as a tool
What does it conceal
Does it reflect hefty weight of responsibility or cowardice or
Of inauthenticity or the search for the discipline in life to continue to steer us in our direction of growth

How good of a judge are we of truth ? Does truth need a judge ? What if truth destroys and hurts when it too subjective and narrow ? What truth are then healing and which not ?

Can the weight of what is vague be felt ? And if so as what ?

Guadalupe S Partida Dec 2023

hope give us wings

glorious grounding silence engulfs all, evening comes but only makes it’s gust stronger. It is here where my fear touches the tip of my love that I close my eyes and hold the hands of uncertainty—

may hope truly give us wings