excerpt 1: the vow

I remember how your photos would spark the poet in me, how your shots are like muses that breathed life to my poetry. How you sprinkled my poems with your kind words, generously.

How in each exchange of message I’ve got to know the man behind the camera, the man so composed and so inspiring, and the hiding inside a shell, truthfully hungry for love but acting like it is the last thing he needed.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 139 of Poems for S
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scared

Feet on the edge of a cliff,
hanging, hanging,
just one more push Mr. Wind.

Yet sweaty hands
cling, cling,
to unseen twigs,

not willing,
not willing,
to dive, deep, deep,
into the pit of love.
I have always been

brave, blunt, honest,
but I cannot leap,
else I’ll be a mess.
Yes, 

I am scared, afraid
to fall… for I know you will 

not catch me.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S
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wish come true

You are asking why
I haven’t been writing
lately about love,
well, it’s because

you do not utter
a wish every night
once you can already
hold it with your

bare hands. So why
I haven’t been
writing about love
it’s because I
already have

you.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of Poems for S
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snowdrops and broken hearts: a monorhyme*

Pluck one, and then two,
hold those tears, though true,
“He loves you not.” Chew

perished juice— his rue.
Pluck three, four, five. Phew.
Let him go. Adieu.

Enough of flower’s woo,
your chapter is through.
Spit the seed ‘side you.

Beside your window’s view,
sink yesterday’s blue,
water with hope’s brew.

Wait for spring’s hue
where snowdrops grew.
Pluck not, rebirthed. New…

11.28.2019
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For dVerse Poetics: Sylvia and Ted.
The challenge is to write a poem in the format and style of either Plath or Hughes. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive.
I picked Plath’s format: Plath’s lines are very short, with nearly every line consisting of five syllables; Plath’s poem is arguably feminine in tone.
I also used the monorhyme format – which means all lines are rhyming. 🙂

brave but weak

Love is for the weak.
No, it’s for the brave;
brave enough to be weak,
brave enough to break.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 13 of Poems for S
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excerpt 4: the vow

I love how you made me brave. Like a spineless caterpillar you turned me into this brave but still soft butterfly, flying from one milestone to another because I know you always got my back. 

And I love you for choosing to break out of your shell to choose me. For your bravery to choose us.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 145 of Poems for S
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for you: a zejel*

To you, who will hold my dear heart
with its hidden, broken sharp parts,
for you, dear, I write this word art.

Love’s a known sea I did explore.
Yes, I have loved some hims before.
Yet I know for us it’ll be much more.
Let’s wait until our story starts.

For now, let me just write to you,
a nameless man I don’t know who.
To let you know that this is true,
my heart is waiting for your heart.

r. c. gonzales – roy | page 8 of Poems for S
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Zéjel is a romantic Spanish form with Arabic influence related to the Qasida and adopted by the Spanish troubadours of 15th century.
*Zéjel are:
  1. syllabic, most often written in 8 syllable lines.
  2. stanzaic, opening with a mono-rhymed triplet followed by any number of quatrains.
  3. rhymed, the rhyme of the opening mudanza establishes a linking rhyme with the end line of the succeeding quatrains. Rhyme scheme, aaa bbba ddda etc
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questions for soles who crave to walk on eggshells: a quadrille

cr-cr-cr-crack
one corner after
another,

tip-tip-toe
carefully,
on top of
crumbling
eggshells.

is it, is it
a triumph
to walk his
crushed carpet
of survival?

w-w-why
do we choose
to create home
inside crevices
so fragile?

is it called saving?
or is it suicidal?

11.19.2019
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For dVerse Quadrille #92: Take a crack at poeming.

Poems for S: Book Cover Reveal

… my third baby book is here!!!

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Do you also believe that long-distance love is tough and scary? Do you also believe that relationships, the romantic ones, require so much of bravery?

This book of poetry believes so.

Containing over 100 poems written for several years, this collection features the unsure and the blurry beginnings of a relationship made possible by Instagram. Yes, you read that right. Instagram.

Beyond physical attraction, it was and still is a soul connection between a poet and a musician/photographer parted by mountains and seas.

The poems carry a true story of how the everyday calls between two artists turned from friendly to something more. How it took them both by surprise. How they were both afraid and unsure.

With four chapters, swinging from certain to uncertain, from happy to sad, from loved to hurt, from longing to glad; this book covers the mosaic of feelings all hearts go through when “in love”.

More than the poetic forms and the metaphors used, this book is first and foremost a gift from one heart to another.

From a she to her “he”, wrapped with a prayer for their love to be blessed be.

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a land i wish is a myth

in sixteen seconds,
bang…

bang, bang, bang, bang.

two young breaths
cold and glass-eyed.

behind’s a pair
of teen-hands.

instead of his
birthday cake,
with a pistol, he
blows his own
mind last.

in sixteen seconds.
another school joins
an exclusive club
no one dreams or wants.

in sixteen seconds
the sky gulps,
to welcome
another batch
of tender buds

brutally picked off
from earth’s

bullet land.

11.15.2019
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For 2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14 and for dVerse OLN.
My heart breaks:
Two teens are dead after a 16-year-old gunman shot 5 classmates and himself in 16 seconds, cops say