Author: Pablo Saborio

the origin of birth

poetry_of_origin

 

If you tell a kid
that can’t remember being born,
you were born of your mother,
from your father’s seed
you come from a line of lovers
that started way back
before the instrument of love
when there was only form
forming flux and
the structure of diamonds
everywhere protruding
from the mystery
of dark pulsation.

 

 

 

Contemporary Poetry

they’ll know what to do

weird_poetry-blog

 

help
poets
my voice
a big blot or blob or block of black
terror
is stuck
like a burning whisper

in my throat
the rust
leaves a bitter
shadow
in the melody
of the silence

and sleep
the narrative of time
condensed
like magic
in the empty fire
of death

dust with
elegance
like the echoes
in a dream

Contemporary Poetry

el gris patina en el frío del humo

poemas_absurdos

el temor si lo estudias es
la razón despertándose en
tre un polvo des
pegado de la desdicha
pero llora lenta arde
en un rincón sin aleluya

uno cierra los ojos
para no ver el silencio
hacer una flor con la luz
del olvido

todo duerme a
estas horas de a
mor y en el pecho
viaja un tren que vi
aja entre un vacío y una es
encia

abre una ventana
para entender que el final
es oscuro y nada cura
la locura

en el principio
las sombras dibujaban el fondo
y es que fue
ran las historias del mundo solo huellas
de las nubes.

 

Poesía Contemporánea

any wall

berlin_poetry

I am a man
that learnt
at an early age
that I cannot
hold in my hands
the entire world
like a little lovely thing.

I could have had that thought
anywhere in the world,
but it came to me
while I stand here against
a random wall in Berlin,
any wall.

I am a man
that not long ago
considered Thales
the first theoretician,
but fundamentally
wrong as I saw
everything behaving
as smoke.

After a while
things seem sad
fading like a cloud
the world is like a ghost covered in mud
and all our words are pointing at it
like guns
and we’re watching
waiting
for the ethereal blood.

 

 

Contemporary Poetry