Hang Myself in the Sky

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

 

Hang Myself in the Sky

Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is frightening
The sky is blue
There's no clue

Looking for secrets
You gave me pamphlets
No matter what you say
I will say “nay”
So you’ll say “nigh-nigh”

Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is exciting
But, I am in blue
You have no clue

Looking for secrets
You took me to outlets
No matter what you say
I will say “pay”
So you’ll say “bye-bye”

Hang myself in the sky
Singing voice is a bit shaky
Honestly I don’t want to die
You're gonna say “Why?”

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

A Simple Word

Photo by Felicia

 

A Simple Word

I just need a simple word
I’ve already forgiven you in my heart
But I won’t tell you until I hear the word from you

It’s not necessary to be deep and complex
But sincere and honest
I am waiting for you, my son

You know that you are wrong
I know that admitting mistakes isn’t easy
Take the courage to say “sorry”, my son

I just need a simple word
I’ve already forgiven you in my heart
But I won’t tell you that until I hear the word from you

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

Tiny Droplets

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Tiny Droplets

Tiny droplets released from plants
Gently touch things of all sorts
to cool burning anger
to relieve this passive fear
and soften the heart of we the cursed dead,
finally returning to the ground.

Pequeñas gotas



Pequeñas gotas de plantas

tocan suavemente todo tipo de cosas

enfriando la ira ardiente

aliviando este miedo pasivo

y ablandan el corazón de nosotros los malditos muertos,

Finalmente volviendo al suelo. 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

A Daydreamer in the Storm

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A Daydreamer in the Storm

The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher

I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind

I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down

I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved

A Tiny Box

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El Sauzal

A Tiny Box

We’ve been in a tiny box

Since we were born

Reading many books

Living in an illusion

Tired of being in a tiny box

Being pushed and squeezed

Seeing many tricks

By those who are privileged

We’re still in that tiny box

Dreaming of the new world

Where we can see our livestock

Grazing on the grass in a field

The most difficult questions

Will be answered by children

No more complex deceptions

All the pain will be forgotten

Isaiah 65 

Photograph and poem by Felicia Jarvis
 © 2018 Felicia Jarvis All Rights Reserved