A Poem by Anon ymous
Usted es translúcido, un susurro
de los labios sedientos. Usted es un delgado
de grano, un vaso de rocío y la lluvia.
I have forgotten your middle name, replaced it
with a narrative. One tale to explain your absence,
one to explain how your hair has become brittle
to my touch. Still another to describe how I lost
your voice; about the unbearable weight of grief
that walked through the door. Oh, to be a tulip:
to desire no more than water, light; this could
be a dream in any other language, a journey
into the country of namelessness. We’re packed,
bottled up and ready to go. We are unmapped
and righteous. We know everything vanishes,
everything dissolves at the right temperature
yet, you ask for nothing. Nothing but my hand
on your heart and a story, fragile and green.
You are translucent, a whisper
from thirsty lips. You are a slender
grain; a vessel of dew and rain.
(Editor’s note: The above poem came to us anonymously with the below note:
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
The poem presented here constitute an original work and are part of a new initiative: Message in a Bottle.The idea is basic: anyone who would like to join can send a poem, poems or collection to firstname.lastname@example.org
. Once it is recieved it will be submitted to blogs, ‘zines and journals. The same bio and mission statement is sent but depending on the poet the city/country will change.Submissions are “blind” in the sense that a person who submits will never know where the poem is being sent or where it is posted or published. The hope is we can build a mailing list of subscribers for a monthy “Anonymous Poem” newsletter and also perhaps a Blog/Website of our own as well.
A resident of Chicago, Poet Anon says: You are encouraged to use this work in any way you see fit. Steal it, borrow it, take parts and make something new, rearrange it, riff on it, send it out over the internet, blog it, post it on telephone poles, throw it away. There is no copyright, no expectation of credit. Poetry should be free. )