Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Lost in forgetfulness
in the twilight of
a winter’s day, I feel
a quiet sadness.

The calm washes
over me. I go along
with these moods, the
mystery of it all.

With trembling weakness
I feel a fever coming
on. I have no patience
in feeling sick.

Every color I see is yellow,
even the sea. I go into
a self-imposed exile
of abandoned dreams
seeking peace of mind.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on June 20, 2012, in Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. The last of Luis’s current batch of poems. He’s become a regular contributor to MM, and I recommend having a look at his other work:

    His poem AFTER ALBERTI is a particular favourite of mine:

  2. A seeker under a yellow crepuscular fever of feeling a physical and metaphysical alienation
    turns to the sea of exile in an openly fictive wave with a beautifully moving stream of consciousness continually swimming out of the forgetfulness and weakness by poetically
    walking on the water of a pure language.

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