Three Poems by Shalom Galve Aranas
Tears on the Sand
The ocean laps my cheeks in the deadest sea though you are not there anymore. You took a train to the forests of the north and penned the warble of the birds mused how mulch can be turned to fuel, just like everything else is priceless, like your touch. When I look at you, glance away I am left to see the unfurling of your hair at the nape of your neck like a pattern on a bird’s wing or the half moon where I see the shadow of the bird perched on the tree who warbles in your ear good night. |
On Poetry and Love
There are times I wish I could heal in your arms. The distance between us is an emblematic rainforest the kind where I cannot find you beneath the trees. Not hear you from the calling of the birds. It is the time for writing because I have read too many books on poetry and love. There must be a healing in the mountains fragrant with rainwater and pungent leaves on brazen trees you have never met before. There must be a healing to this and I do not want to disturb you. If mulch is fuel, what am I to you? |
Life Is Too Short For Therapies
Life is too short for therapies on unrequited loves and yet I spend money on it as though it would kill me, as though life were measured between birth and death and in between is the crux of the matter, we suffer we love, we die with our heads against the walls of our graves or as ashes thrown over bare hilltops because no one can own our bodies but the earth staring like an eye to the bluest sky. |
Shalom Galve Aranas is a freelance writer. She has been published in The Blue Nib, Former People, Enchanted Conversations and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.