Recall

I pause curbside,
Listen to a story of loss,
Being told on the radio,
I shutter my eyelids,
To stop tears,
I think why,
Is it the story,
Or me being emotional,
Over something simple,
I can’t recall,
But remember it was loneliness,
That filled me, but why,
I’m a Lone Wolf,
Longing for a mate,
But not just anyone,
I’ve longed for you,
Black waves of hair,
Skin layered bronze,
Accentuated curves,
Prominent nose,
Calm ocean cheeks,
Cleopatra eyes,
And a mind that dazzles imagination,
With exploration and dreams,

But again I ask why the tears over a story I can’t recall,
Maybe it’s because of the one thing you said I do recall,
“I’m the best you ever had.”

~ Recall, Eugenio Saenz Jr.

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Under You, a poem

Under You
By Eugenio Saenz

I could not sleep tonight
So I gathered myself out
Sauntering dizzily beneath the impalpable sky
I drew between a melange of stars
The indissoluble lines to guide my count
Pensive and silent to myself
So that I may be able to hear the warbling of your beauty
And fall in billowy drowse under you

Let Us Live, A Poem

Let go motionless land,
Cities and streets,
Let me find a coast,
Welcoming sea,

Let me wave bye,
To mountain peaks,
Grasslands wave farewell,
Perilous material bonds,

Let me explore,
Wander out beyond tides,
Visiting coastal ports,
Giving in to undercurrents,

Come with me siren, let stars deploy our journey,
Let us live out days in joyous arms of you and me

Let Us Live, Eugenio Saenz Jr.

Heaven and Angels

We have to imagine,
There are roads leading to heaven,
Extremities we’d explore
To view worlds hidden from angels,

The tales are unknown
Most would never speak of
Words that amount to nothing
Lies that tell the truth

It’s not for the few
These dreams we reach out for,
With our empty buckets
Of peeling paint and pastel flakes

Waiting for the drops
To wake us from ourselves
Like burning planets
You fueled with your distance

~ Heaven and Angels, Eugenio Saenz Jr.

Happy Thanksgiving 

There are many days to be thankful, but Thanksgiving is set aside especially for that purpose. To give recognition to those closest to us and those we still do not know.

To give thanks to God for always being there for us, watching over, guiding, and giving us the light we need in life to see in its absence.

We give thanks, remembrance, and peace to those who’ve come and gone in our lives. They will never be forgotten. We hold them in our hearts keeping their presence.

We give thanks for the wisdom we need to tread gently over sand and stone, that we may feel each one, and pass on experiences, good and bad, so it may help others in their journey.

We give thanks for our children, for their beauty, inside and out, may they have a life filled with wonders. That they may be safe and find happiness and love in all they do.

We ask that soldiers unable to be with their families, have peace. We ask for those suffering around the world to open their hearts so they may see past their pain, and breathe life.

We offer thanks for the food that lies before us, this body of Earth we live on and the people, from farm to table, that have provided us with a moment to come together.

~ Eugenio Saenz Jr.

Fireflies

I was interrupted while writing in my journal when the power cut off. A loud pop came from around the corner. I saw the power lines shake and swing on poles bordering my yard. The sun hid between the branches. I lit a few candles. People started walking outside. A man walking his black pug I’d never seen before, neighborhood chattering, and kids voices of laughter filled the empty streets.
My neighbors started playing salsa music in their cars for entertainment. A party was inevitable. Traffic was getting detoured into the neighborhood; first, a few cars, then a couple of speeding trucks, a dozen more cars, and I even watched long enough to see a city bus. I thought maybe somebody hit one of the powerline polls. As it turns out, a tree had cracked and fallen on powerline cables around the corner.
I looked through the window, and out between the bars of my front gate of the cold night. A man I believe a dad was pushing a little go-cart with his son, couldn’t have been more than five years of age, seated inside, his daughter holding his hand. I sat quietly with my pencil, flashlight and a jar filled with lights resembling fireflies.

Dear Love

Dear Love,

Why, I ask over and over,
Did you come into my life,
To turn my world from beautiful,
To a room of floating strings of dust,

I gave you all of me,
My patience, my essence,
Everything I’d want from you,
And you turned on me, stole my trust

I knew nothing of you,
But I learned and gave my attention
I studied your teachings,
Subtle differences between desire and lust

And you left me with your gift,
And she left me without a kiss

~ Eugenio Saenz Jr.

Dear Love, Why, I ask over and over, Did you come into my life, To turn my world from beautiful, To a room of floating strings of dust, I gave you all of me, My patience, my essence, Everything I'd want from you, And you turned on me, stole my trust I knew nothing of you, But I learned and gave my attention I studied your teachings, Subtle differences between desire and lust And you left me with your gift, And she left me without a kiss ~ Eugenio Saenz Jr. #prose #sonnet #sundaysonnet #youandme #haiku #love #kiss #kissing #iloveyou #forever #words #always #poem #poetry #daily #dailyhaiku #wanderlust #quote #couple #relationship #explore #lovers #yours #writersofinstagram #writer #daily #photo #photography #❤️

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