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Lidice Megla (1968) was born in Cuba. Lidice is an Author, Poet, Translator and Educator who has been residing in Canada since 1999.
She was the winner of the international poetry contest “El mundo lleva alas”, 2018 Voces de hoy Publishing House and the winner of the poetry contest, “Arte con palabras” Art Emporium, Miami, Fl. 2020.
She appears in several anthologies and literary magazines worldwide. Among her publications are the books of poetry “Tú la bestia” “Totémica Insular” and Mujer sin paredes”. Lidice lives with her husband in Vancouver Island.
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Substance
Blowing bubbles
walk- in- the park;
life as it may
browning the march
silken pajamas
clearly worn
two candle sticks
two daffodils;
life as it may
browning the march
blowing some bubbles
eat a little dark chocolate
close your eyes after
inspect the trees
interview the birds
ask for the winds
tell them to lift you
-respect the rituals-
-follow the prompts-
silken pajamas
the bird in the tree
two candle sticks
my moisten rose
the sun is a nipple
my mouth is the rain
two silken daffodils
so evocative their substance
one purple
one white
in the depth of desire
the substances rise.
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“I am not cruel, only truthful. The eye of a little god.” ~ From Mirror, by Sylvia Plath
Mirage in the Mirror *
(To Sylvia Plath)
And now You,
Hulled-Face/
Lance/
Epitaph:
Bring forth the truth.
Now we know
no little man lives in the exacting moon.
Non -Judgmental:
Come! ,
Narrate!
Reveal the onslaught side
in the Lake.
Name the Comet.
Hoist the flock of bottle battleships
carrying the grey rats.
The shining gulls adrift Ariel,
the clouds above Ulises’ island.
Name the knife’s cut
The image of Time
The below of Age
The sound of Truth
The breath of God
The euphoria in Pain.
Ambivalent Elephant.
Dancing Essence,
House of Signals,
come forth to the bright,
impending departure.
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Down at the Seawall
I took my feet for a walk today
the seagulls were cracking oysters against the rocks
My feet liked it.
I took my eyes for a walk today,
the seals were surrounding the tugboat
they had salmon blood in their mouths.
My eyes understood but did not like it.
I took my ears for a walk today,
they heard whispers of the air,
like an explosion,
like rising rain just before the lightning comes.
My ears understood this language and smiled.
I took my mouth for a walk today,
It wanted to take a bite off the rose hip bush
the crows laughed at me.
I took my fingers for a walk today,
They got tired of typing on a cold white page.
I took myself for a walk today
and the self said,
“ let’s not do what the screen says”
“ there’s a screen telling what to do.
Who pleasure is, when is, and why…”
The seawall felt sad and ashamed
for the people with thinking screens,
and three crows cried.
The seals rinsed the blood off.
My soul took me for a walk today.
Like a bow of light across the ether we went…