Poems of Graciela Noemi Villaverde (Argentina)

 

Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Graciela Noemi Villaverde is an Argentine poet, writer, author of eight books, poetry genre. She is a participant in several national and international anthologies. She belongs to the Executive Staff and Ambassador of the Commission of Art and Culture for Peace, Mil Mentes por México international and Unaccc chapter Argentina. She is the World President of the Hispanomundial Union of Writers UHE and World Manager of Educational and Cultural Projects UHE. She is an Honorary Member and Humanitarian Correspondent of the Latin American Youth Programmee. She is the Honorary President of the Doctoral Claustro. Buenos Aires Argentina Chapter of the Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence. A.C. She belongs to the Argentine Society of Writers S.A.D.E. She is a moderator of Motivational Strips International Group, Argentina headquarters. She  administrates the groups of La UHE and administrates the grupo Verseum
Resides in Buenos Aires, Argentina Capital.



INVERTED DRAWING


The night rains tears of oblivion,

the blank page shudders,

harvesting winter in the middle of

Spring

Where the moon shines alone in its sadness

The smoke I exhale is an inverted drawing,

Like the image of my face reflected

In a mirror

These are the details I count on…

Love from a time past,

That blinds me when dawn breaks,

Even if it pours and my gestures grow lukewarm

I don't want to remain stuck in a ghost

Without having stolen its fire.


©®Graciela Noemi Villaverde
(Copyright registered)




BEING HERE

Between the school of fish and my finger
between the precision of the prism
and what the prism returns to me/

This is the sphere,
bustling each letter
of my pen…

And one has to be here
like the eyelids that do not speak,
but trace life
intercepting horror and beauty

One has to be here,
watch the night wander
with absolved eyes
on a floating horizon.

But be here!
Because inspiration does not know its fabrics
nor its jurisdiction…

And I am here…
Between the sacred and the great river
blindly solfeggioing an unknown
music…

©®Graciela Noemi Villaverde
(Registered copyright)




THE SONG OF PEACE

The song of peace is not a whisper,
It is a silent roar that rises
From the ashes of war.
An underground river that seeks
A channel in the dry heart
Of violence.

It is the beat of a heart
That beats with the force of a thousand suns,
A heart that does not know
The rhythm of hate.

It is a tree that leans
Over an abyss,
Its roots clinging to hope,
Its branches extended toward the sky
In search of the rain of peace.

It is a flame that burns
In the darkness,
A fire that does not consume,
But lights
The path to reconciliation.

It is a blank canvas
Waiting to be painted
With the colors of peace,
A canvas that does not know
The gray of indifference.

©®Graciela Noemi Villaverde
(Copyright registered)



GUILTY

He came and prostrated himself

Before an altar of shadows,

With extensive veils, spread

Over every color

Over every form

Over every time

Ancient or future

Guilty

The sentence was pronounced

By the restless horses that galloped

In his mind

Each one was a voice

Each voice a death

And each death a sorrow

The whip incites the memory

of lost faces

Of gestures that have fled to the sea

Of broken voices

Of words that have hurt

Guilty

With withered violets in his hands

And the desolation of the whirlpool

At his door


©®Graciela Noemi Villaverde
(Copyright reserved)