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Black Trees

You call me black and point your fingers accusingly

As if that alone declared me a criminal conclusively
Black, like the dirt you scrape off the boots of a hard day’s work

And you head home leaving behind a grotesque cirque

But I wasn’t dirt or the scum of the earth

I come from a long line of good soil

Nourishing those around me who forever toil

to make a copper’s worth

My feet firmly planted in the realities of this world

like the roots of a great oak tree

whose branches reach toward the sky proclaiming world peace

Supporting the hummingbirds who fly with small wings

Whose determination is farther than you can ever see

Yeah you’ve cut down this great tree

Go and wash the speckled black dust off your wrists

Rest assured you’ve done your part

You played your role and hid in the comfort of your home

Thinking there’s one less of me to roam

Mother earth embraces me now

And the world disavows

Of your cowardly actions you hide from now

I’ve been absorbed by the earth

This is a moment of rebirth

An awakening in the rustling trees

Who are firmly planted in this reality

Whose branches reach for world peace

Despite the smoke and strong wind

Despite the axes that chop us down

You see I’m not just one tree

But a forest of a million more like me.

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© Sara Febles

This poem was inspired by the tragic event that occurred a year ago in Ferguson. I am re-posting it today because I turn on the news to find yet another young man or woman at the foot of police brutality, racial profiling, racism, and deeply ingrained ignorance. I am re-posting it today because, once again, society reveals how mercilessly it attacks victims of abuse instead of seeking an honest justice. I am re-posting this for all of you affected, though it’s not enough, may you find hope and strength in my words.

  Photography by Aneta Evanova

a lullaby

sweet dreams
I whisper
soft syllables

good night
I sing
love lullabies

in rhythm
with your
steady pulse

keep beating
my words land
like soft kisses

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© Sara Febles

I would’ve posted this last night, but I fell asleep writing.

an ode to my blue suede shoes

I’m not materialistic at all
and I don’t know how to write an ode
oh, but something about this pair
caught my attention
they’re classic
and modern
they make me feel
so much taller
like I can reach the heavens
but still walk this earth
with a devilish grin on my face
oh, I think I’m in love
with my new
navy blue suede pumps

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just start

nothing like a
lazy Sunday afternoon
to remind you that
the anxieties of Saturday night
are nothing compared
to the possibilities of life
when you stop over thinking
the what ifs
and just start living

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© Sara Febles

a page left blank

I think in pages
and this one
stares back at me
waiting

do I write
everything

there’s so much
I felt
I have no words
to explain it

so I’ll leave
this one blank
and when I look back
I’ll remember
the night
my words failed me

and smile
at the feeling
of sounds
in the dark

my inner narrator
silenced
for how
dear reader
should I describe
a moment like that

© Sara Febles

the wind change

I feel at the end of October
the wind change
in pattern or temperature
enough to make my hair raise
and make me look left

I waited
vigilant eyes dilated
perceiving in movements
the hidden intentions
of unguarded efforts

I stood still
perked up ears listening
but your chants
to get nature’s back
have failed you

my direction’s unchanged
I’m headed my own way
except now
that you’ve tried to knock me
and mine down

now, I face you
beware of the fix you’re trying to place
because if it’s to you
you want me to head
I’m charging with all my strength

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© Sara Febles

forget we remember

on nights like this
when a gentle breeze
caresses my cheek
it makes me think
it makes me think

cold hands
warm cheek
eyes locked
parted lips

let’s forget we remember
let’s have an adventure
the night’s not over
not for us
we can be each other’s

whatever’s got you down
whoever’s holding you back
let’s forget we remember
let’s have an adventure
no one’s here but us

look at me
breathe in
and let go

the night’s not over
not for us
we can be each other’s

press your lips
against mine
let me softly place a kiss
look at the stars
let me gently breathe you in

will you forget all your worries
make room for this moment
can your heart be ready

whisper
yes
the night’s not over
not for us
we can be each other’s

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© Sara Febles