Blink

blink

i type —it taunts
begging me to spill
the mad remnants
trapped in my mind

blink
blink
bl—

a prisoner in my own abyss
too fraught to escape
myriad thoughts swirling
within this tangled web

blink
bli—

a battle ensues
between my veiled muses
and the flashing pulse
urging me to write

blink

my fingers heed your command
letters, words, thoughts unfurling
deft as shadows
to silence your gaze

but your relentless decree
demands insidious speed
denying me the freedom
to hone my own prose

bli—

and when our banter
no longer suits a fleeting
moment of newfound will
your blink gives way to my

Breathe

B r e a t h e

B r e a t h e

At long last, our spirits
Fused in strength
Join forces
In the combat of time

Our threads
Weaving from chaos
A sublime tapestry
Of secrets revealed

Fog disrobing for spring
Petals abloom, wings aflutter
My heart, my soul —and you
In perfect syncopation

Grateful for these words
And your guiding light
I return to you the stage
And peacefully depart

Alina de Albergaria ©2024

“Blink” is dedicated not only to Cassandria Blackmore, an exceptional artist and soulful friend whose shattered glass morphs into stunning celebrations of art, but also to my fellow writers who battle the cursor. May your struggles reveal a cascade of brilliant pieces, turning unrelenting chaos into song.