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

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

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

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

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

Pearl

 Photo by Felicia Jarvis

Pearl

In a faraway land, a merchant found a precious pearl
He happily sold everything and traveled a long distance
To buy the tiny fruit from a little shell

The shell endured for several years to form the pearl
The beauty resulted from pain by a splinter
Its noble radiance made his heart swirl

He sacrificed everything but gained true satisfaction
Its modest and elegant beauty was priceless
Its long lasting value never saw deterioration

I found a far more valuable pearl shining in pure white
Growing along with your pain, down in your soul
Reflecting the brightest light in your darkest part

Your sympathy, understanding and strength
These are lasting rewards from your struggle
With tears from pain, you hold onto hope and truth

13th April 2017

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

The Night Holds Me So Tight

 

Photo by Felicia Jarvis

The Night Holds Me So Tight

The Night holds me so tight

In the town with no light

A big pale face in the sky

The moon must be very shy

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