Only when using that deeper sight do I notice the eyes of foxes turning into light. Cattle and mongrels are drawn in ink and crickets give rhythm to their sleep. Time is no longer a maze and I see your heart beating again, in all these things.
Poems by third prize winner, Lester F. Gomez Medina When Shipwrecked If the idea appears, it’s captured in verses by dream catchers, with the verses, they weave, weave a poem, and the poem speaks and the poem infers what it may want to say in images. The image contains everything thought, the thought in hours, the lived thing now, that is crossed by that past which sometimes does not sleep when one goes to bed, when one looks at the ceiling, which is like another bed, only that upside down, from where it´s supposed there is someone who observes and says nothing. But nothing is just the way that we all express something as the poet who sheds letters, puts them here, moves them there to build something that they will read