Enter The Night

I listen
for just one sound
among a sonorous multitude.

I listen
for the roaring of a beast
that grows and grows.

I listen
from a forging commotion of preludes,
coiled baritones and swirling windstorms
singing beyond the boundary of songs.

I listen and I struggle
with harsh and raging shadows
on a ceaseless night.

I listen
until I begin to feel solitude's collapse
from the salted lashing, the boundless conflict
between sea and sky.

Love sometimes arrives like that.
When it's least expected—explodes—
like the raging fury from a thunderclap.

[Inspired on a Florida Hurricane]
©2003. Excerpted from the book Passion's Kiss
by Minerva T. Bloom.

 Penetrando La Noche

"Enter the Night"  — Audio Spanish version written by M. Bloom.

Escucho,
por un sonido,
en medio de la resonante multitud.

Escucho,
por el creciente rugido de la bestia.

Escucho,
por la agitación forjante de preludios,
enroscados barios,
y arremolinantes tormentas de viento--
cantando más allá, del confín de mi canción.

Yo Escucho.

Escucho y lucho,
contra las ásperas y furiosas sombras
de esta incesante noche.

Escucho, y comienzo a palpar
el colapso de mi solitud.
El castigo de azotes salados,
en el eterno conflicto,
de nuestro mar y cielo.

El amor, algunas veces,
se presenta de esta manera:
Cuando menos lo esperamos —estalla
con la vehemente furia
de una fulminante centella.

©Minerva Bloom

In The Remains We Nurture

It is you I wake to — mornings
as if you were conducting yourself on the radio
carousing in the clouds of slumber-angelic-symphony
stirring the smoke of some recent burning dream.

I fervently bled from the rhapsodies; entranced
in the way you assembled all the instruments together
laying them at my feet, by nature's walk.

I can see you understood of wanting
to make my seas brimful with sustaining life.

I feel you. Growing tall and human
amidst the laughter of your child. I see you,
within crimsoned glass. Thick with dreams,
in this world's gray dawn.

©2003. Excerpted from the Book
"For The Music In Our Hearts" by Minerva T. Bloom.

Life Is an Untitled Poem

Life, come here to assassinate me!

Throw me a cruel blow
right into the center of my disordered heart.
Pound the walls of my self inflicted martyrdom.

I want you to fling me bloodstained
like that clumsy scarlet woodpecker
that crashed into my window last night.

I took on the job of gravedigger with pride
and buried the poor little creature,
by a border of incredulous plants.

I think I even saw his soul
limping haggardly, setting course,
towards the great unknown.

Life, let me not fool you...
I'm not changing my original plans,
by the sudden moist dream
of colors and little wings in the breeze,
because I'm telling you:

Right now I want everything to do with dying!

Let me then keep myself still.
Let me not give a word
that speaks with emotional tongue.

I'm not asking you
for empathy or comfort.

Don't you dare pass me by
and decide to dig your claws
on another's ray of pale light.

I want to remember how to die!!

©2003. Excerpted from the book
Passion's Kiss by Minerva T. Bloom
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 La Vida Es Un Poema Inoportuno

A Spanish version of "Life Is an Untitled Poem"   — Audio

Oye vida ven aquí!
Destruye las paredes de mi egocéntrico martirio
y arranca de un jalón a mi desordenado corazón.

Lánzame con fuerza — como torpe pájaro picamadero
(el cual se estrelló anoche en mi ventana). Devisé a su alma cojear, macilenta, en rumbo a lo desconocido.

Acepté orgullosa el trabajo de enterradora
y sepulté a la pobrecita creatura, junto a la orilla
de un incrédulo matorral.

Vida, no te engaño: mis planes no han cambiado
por el inesperado sueño colorido — de pequeñuelas
y humedecidas alas en el viento. Yo insisto!
Otórgame tu golpe mortal!

Déjame entonces quedarme callada
y no murmurar ninguna palabra,
que hable con lengua emocionada.

Atrévete a pasar por aquí y no decidas
hundir tus garras — en el rayo de otra pálida luz.

Yo quiero ahora mismo recordar a la muerte!!

©Minerva Bloom

A Most Delicious Moment!

If we could do nothing else, but dance
to kick the legs, the knees:

O, thrill of winds
O, flakes of airs
O, swinging waves!

- We give thanks and salute our spiralling rave -

Strange. Revealing. Luminous. Hidden.
Our human emerging.

Love is real.

Minerva Bloom

©2003. Excerpted from the book
For The Music In Our Hearts by Minerva T. Bloom
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"A Vibrant and Passionate Collection of Poetry."

For The Music In Our Hearts

I don't know why
but we began dancing in the garage.

Tiptoes trembling ::: buzzing :::
like quivering flower buds.
Bodies in flames
like ancient plumes with hearts.

- Our egos hanging at the wall -

Spirits soaring to imaginary lands
with drums, flutes and gypsy guitars.
Abdomens vibrating in a serenade of flights
we give thanks for our delight!

Hearts multiply
in the sweat of perfect rivulets.
We give thanks for the moist, palpitating
rush of blood.

© Minerva T. Bloom

"Poets Against The War."

Sing, Said the Songbird

I woke up at 3am
with the sounds of a caroling Robin
announcing its territory outside my window
in the still slumbering morning.

Sadly, I'm faced with the reality
that meadows and woodlots
are replaced by suburbia, and soon too,
the abundance of this little bird
in a fading medley of songs.

So many little dramas
are enacted amongst the oaks
and whatever is left
of the jacaranda trees.

©2003. Excerpted from the chapbook
Wonder Worker by Minerva T. Bloom

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