• Can Anybody Hear Him?

    He gave up on all last night,
    It was more than he could bare
    The pain was splashed on the floor
    It was translucent, no tracks.
    These are the easiest to hide
    Scars so deep, it’s impregnated.
    As he walks along, a smile,
    The infamous facade that strikes.
    No one will feel, what is nibbling,
    Slowly eating out his emotions.
    In the wide open vast that engulfs,
    Who will hear his clamor for help?

    Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden fotograferades vid Pilkalampinoppi den 9 september 2013.

  • The Dance

    Her choreography is impeccable,
    Her beauty is anything but absent,
    The fragrance of her being is inevitable,
    Her heart’s content state leaks through her pores
    As she moves a different direction
    She does not miss a single beat along the way
    As she approaches me, she immediately shines
    And at anacrusis begins a new dance.

    Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden är fotograferad den 9 maj 2013 vid ett besök vid Adelsnäs, Åtvidaberg.