I have this spinning mind,
messes with my head all the time,
I don’t really think about it,
but she is here,
crossing wires,
making jumps,
balancing rythmes,
she is free,
I can’t control,
It’s like a balloon that flows,
and goes up into the air,
never know,
when to stop.
Goes up up up,
into the ceiling,
and I feel my spirit start leaving.
Carries me away
even when I want to stay,
blows and goes,
words spread,
into my own head,
pretending is meaningful,
not harmful,
but I see myself talking to the moon,
in the darkness she says,
take this weapon for the fight
is a pen, I see a harpoon.
Internal revolution,
the instrument it’ just a reflex,
of a mind in confusion,
trying to make sense.
I have this spinning mind,
makes me forward and rewind,
I really don’t think about it,
nevermind…
– Irina Marques
Photography and poem by Irina Marques. The photo was token in Kapadokya, Göreme on Turkey.
Muy intersesante e introspectiva este poema que nos has presentado Irina…crea imagenes en la mente y lo lleva a uno por tus pasos de una manera artistica muy bien escrito. Un saludo de Espanya y te deseo que estes bien,
Un abrazo,
Francisco
It’s so amazing how can I relate so much to your poems, I always feel that somehow they touch me in my deepest thoughts and feeling.
You have a incredible way of describing emotions it’s like I don’t want to stop reading.
Thank you Irina.
Thank you so much mt friend, I became speechless now.
Thank you.
I like it. You spilled the words. 👍🤘
Happy weaving 🌞💕
Thank you 🙂
Refletion…
Love this one.
Thank you.