Carly Muniz
Poetry
Concrete Heart
The honey light seeped through curtains,
dancing along without being uncertain.
My mind is absent, but
knots still form in my gut.
The serene breathing beside me
makes a part of me not want to flee.
We laughed together through the dark,
that sound ignited my spark.
We’ve done this for years without any thought,
but you’ve never noticed how I’ve fought.
There are many things I want to say,
but perhaps they’ll have to wait another day.
My feelings for you are unmatched,
yet I don’t want to make you detached.
We long for the intimacy we could share,
without worrying if others would care.
However, I’m marked by difference,
and you shine with stars’ brilliance.
I try to say it time after time,
almost so much that it should be a crime.
When I leave, the rising light signals defeat,
and my heart is cold, like concrete.
Escape
The grass is a green carpet,
and the birds emit songs of joy.
The trees whisper great secrets.
This place is mine.
Daisies and sunflowers grow along the edges,
enclosing my world like a personal fence.
I come here
to calm the storms above me.
I buzz with the bees,
and they inspire me as they pollinate.
Sometimes I hear in their song an alarm,
reminding me I cannot stay in paradise.
There are horses and cows to be fed.
but my spirit lingers in the field.
This place is mine.
Circles
The summer days now melt and children,
continue to play, and laugh or fray.
Sweet ice cream and innocence,
paired with hours of fun and sun
Now the leaves turn different shades,
cool nights begin, and the wind whispers songs.
Then comes the time for carving and dressing,
and the town is filled with little vampires or howling wolves.
Soon all the colors leave and,
the mornings are filled with a snowy dawn.
Many snowmen and angels are created,
serving as memories until destroyed.
Flowers bring color back with their bloom,
and birds return, flying high over the horizon.
The children rush back into the sun,
to play hopscotch and wait for the summer days.
Sleepy Hollow
Tree leaves fall.
I sit on earth, gazing.
This ground is littered with stones,
each a unique form of writing.
Your stone is not the same,
filled as it is with meaning.
I would stay if I could.
You gave me hope, yet now you are cold.
I stay to remember your smile,
and a ray of sun.
The leaves dance together to the ground.
They scatter, marking your crown.
