Poem Dictionary

by Abel Abilheira

The poem is the pickaxe
to pierce the coldness
of the hard and sterile rock
the rock dry shield
which we dress the soul
believing to protect it
these mineral walls
prevent the air and the light
from reaching our earth spirits
so that they can flourish

The poem is the bed of a river
through which flow with its rumors
and its shining bursts of moon or stars
the million colored threads
weaving our complex and delicate
humanity

The poem is a liberating cry
a refreshing prayer
the path traced on my cheek
by the last of my tears
the energy able to turn
soft legs into assurance
and my isolation in communion
with the solitary boats
my fellows in the crossing
between the two shores of the ocean

The poem comes to save us
from the slavery of a life of an automaton
by telling the human sensibility