Poetry: Flore Power, Prisoner, and the Beast by Teresita Blanco
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Flore Power
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
The bud
has withered,
Stem,
roots, and all.
Plucked
from the ground;
It never
made a sound!
A new
flower blooms
In its
place.
Its
petals, golden,
Its
fragrance, alluring,
It masks
the smell
Of the
flower that fell.
Prisoner
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
I am
tired of this cage.
Where is
the key?
I wonder
for how long
I’ve
stayed underground.
I do not
see
The light
of thee!
Why must
I suffer?
What’s
your point?
Truly,
your works are wonders,
And the
source of my misery!
What is
the end your long for?
Let’s
return to once before.
To a
time before
I drank
this bitter pill.
Please
give me the key!
I want
to live.
Let me see
the sun again.
Bring an
end to this pain!
The Beast
by Teresita Blanco
by Teresita Blanco
Behold,
this desert.
No
plains or dunes
Just
sun.
Somehow the
stars
Do not
shimmer
At night.
The
nearby city
Has swallowed
The moon.
The
serpent has risen.
You must
go be christen.
Leave
this desert!
Here you
won’t survive.
Enter
his city.
Go there
to receive his mark.
Your
suffering has yet begun.
No more,
“I am
sweet and innocent.”
You’ve
not worth a cent,
You slave!
Bend
over and labor!
If his
pity allows,
You may
share a meal
With his
guard dogs.
If God
be willing,
You may
be chilling
In the
master chamber.
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