Sunday, March 16, 2014


There was silence
above and below
there was silence

around and within:
Today the sky was
quieter than usual.

That is where
the eyes saw the truth.
Send me back.

Because I am weak.
When you can't love me
I wander off.

Send me back.
This heart won't change
while you sleep

and soon no road
will take me


  1. This is such a beautiful poem, waiting with its wings folded, out in cyber space. I am so happy to have read it this Sunday morning.

    Your work is so inspiring, Kenia, and I am eternally thankful that it is possible for me to read it.

    1. Thanks for reading back, thanks for your eyes and heart all set to find the best in the littlest things I am.

  2. So glad I got a chance to read this, via Kerry's poem today.

  3. This is the kind of poem one wants to arry close, to read before bed, to take out and look at on a bench by the ocean. You have such a gift of simplicity, Kenia, that it's easy to overlook how far down your words go, and how high they soar. Just beautiful.

  4. Hey Kenia--this has this wonderful directness of very deep and intense feeling. Sending back, turning back time, all the things one wants --you put them into this very thoughtful plea. thanks. k.

  5. Anonymous4/03/2014

    so I'm guilty of not being up to date on your recent work, especially having taken a few weeks off, and so arrived by way of Kerry's poem, and reminded keenly of your question to me about what unread post of mine floats in the silence.

    this is beautiful, and that first stanza is amazing, the structure so perfectly illustrating the concept. ~