Wave crest

Wave crest landing on the plaza
will leave the glass forte-walls standing
on a brink of defenselessness upon
a tide dying down
only nature's rhythmic serenade recorded
on the glass

sun-shaded blue reflection of the sky
framing the erasure	 remains of 
waves				of
destruction for a tribute	a
legacy of all the encounters
art-promoted

in future art-tapestry waved over
caves	 music 	notes imprinted an
icon 	bold 	grapes	inking a
reminder of a cold string heavy
rock with sorrow for the unnamed

sculped from vacuum a mountain
arises from tectonic moves
the forces pushing magma beneath
the surface under-strata What is visible
remains on the surface of man-made patterns
shielded corners of short sight

migrating birds enclosed the scope
of their mid-year south trip into
an instrument of measurement the
advent of the now a moment of
arrival sanctuary of a wondering
crowd

elements can not be negated in their 
natural being for a change in their nature
essentially 	newness		changed
variation novelty foregrounds a path gained
in shadows
a blade of grass stubbornly eyed always foreclosing
a subtle statement walked not	in between
ways of your embracing



It is pending

It is pending from the haze in a vein of thought that carried its own trail of particles
streaming the light of the ride to a centre / isolated front / of the heart your swig weighted the
decision split second down the stairs like when you were a child and dogs chased you teased a you version
figure of your dream

It was your dream clouds to the future now pending threads in haze of morning fog /remanent
that trespassed the white enclosing as if fog circulated / in route / the minute down to
the hour down to the sewers down to the dirt
although
streaming your
inner desire



synchronicity

In true synchronicity layers of true coincidence
Make avoidance, unperceived the blossoming
Blend with the imprint; grasp in the
Coherence of what is synthetic. For it takes a
Minute into the perception of its halo what
Surrounded the inner circle of what we
Called art ingrained in the outer layer of everything that
Is external to release the immanence of force, movement in
Beauty, truthfulness in the transaction. For weren’t those known as bohemes loyal to their 
Inner core a source of branched syntax a root cause a discovery a
Prototype created for the occasion a genetic enterprise bizarre
Depiction of the natural order a decayed state in the matter of
Civilization

About the author:

Born in Madrid, Spain, Gemma Garcia graduated in Spanish Language and Literature from Universidad Complutense (Madrid) and earned an MA and PhD from the University of Calgary, Alberta, specializing in Modern and Contemporary Latin American Poetry. As a creative writer, she published The Thin Red Line in digital and print editions in 2014. More recently, she published her Spanish poetry collection, Sol de Nagano (2021) as a chapbook.

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