Original poetic prose: "Vacant Lot", by bonzopoe
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I used to be a mansion, a palace. Inside me there were as many rooms as joys generated my dreams, as dreams generated my fantasies, as fantasies generated your love.
I was constantly building. Making additions and remodels to accommodate more future memories that will need a place to live. My gardens were playgrounds for birds and butterflies, fairies and sylphs, as well as for nymphs, fauns and satyrs disguised as angels and cupids.
I was like a Babel in perpetual construction, surrounded by the gardens of Babylon. I was the primeval broth, an amniotic sea from which images emerged that later came to life on full moon nights, and guided by an army of fireflies they went out to populate the world, the boundless universe contained within the four letters of your name.
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But one day you left, and the world was resignified. And now under my feet there is no grass or tiles, only ashes and knives. And life no longer surrounds me, now the shadow of a memory that lived in an instant that no one remembers surrounds me.
I lived happily in the endlessness of your gaze, dazzled by the color of your iris and the immensity of your pupil. But now I can hardly breathe. I am trapped like a fly in the boa constrictor embrace of your eyelashes, denying myself access to the windows of your soul, trying not to implode, not to collapse in on myself.
I was a castle, a labyrinth from which no one wanted to find the exit, now I am just a bottomless abyss, a vacant lot full of voids, of unconnected fragments of what my life was. I'm just the leftover of a past time, the footprint turned puddle left by the heel of your indifference, the residual product that oblivion left behind when it abandoned me to pursue your memory.
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I, who was the mountain, the bottom of the sea in which the verb inhabited, now I am only a dwarf star waiting to become stardust, an electron without a nucleus that gives it meaning, I am only the vacant lot that I inhabit and that inhabits me, I am just the fuzzy, translucent shadow I cast on myself.
©bonzopoe, 2022.
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A text of beautiful poetic prose, full of very free and suggestive images, through which we can empathize with the emotional temper of the speaker, between celebration and sadness. Greetings, @bonzopoe.
Thank you very much for the comment. Sometimes poetic prose is difficult for me because I'm used to the rhyme of poetry, but sometimes the texts require more the freedom of this format.
Hi! This writing took my breath away. There are so many metaphors that I find it mind-blowing, so many references that I find it comforting. The longing and loss, the feeling with which you have imbued all your verses is delicate and sad. I absolutely loved it. Wonderful work. Regards.
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