A distant cry
I hear,
the shadows of melting ice.

I feel the pain
of punctured gates
guarding the silo that once was the
custodian of the finest grain.

I gage the decay
of prudent walls
providing shelter to the west
of my ideas,
while unconsciousness and the rest
of me,
lay down at ease
between sweat and tears
that run at will.

Yet, I weave
a timid attitude over the cloth of my thoughts,
to tell it all
this dismal day;
with my own words
and no remorse
or false pretense.




Archives 1
Archives 2
Archives 3



Watch these pages for other poems by Emiliano.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.

Agape Love

My Favorite Chair

Valentine (By Thomas Vaughan Jones)

The Vampire's Valentine

Flying Things

Valentine's Day (by Texaswishr)

The Valentine

Valentine's Day (by RickMack)

Oh, No

The Visit

Fairy Tales for Today's Woman

A new feature at Lara's Den is free E-cards. I make them and offer them to our visitors and authors. Click the image to access the index.

And.......for many others, click the index image.

Graphics by Marilyn