The Scarlett Locket

Inside the Locket

Shades of Scarlett

Lock it up or let it out.

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Francisco de Zurbarán, ‎Alegoría de la Caridad, 1655, Óleo sobre lienzo

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Inside the Locket

Transient

Breathe  me in, baby. It’s the only second you’ll get. Until the next life  time. 

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Spaceflight

Inspiration has yet to hit me. What is blocking its way to me?  Where has it gotten lost?  I hope it’s stuck somewhere  in distant galaxies. So when it meteor strikes me, I can see stars  by the dozens, the coy constellations in their gardens.   

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Natural Talent

Maybe my problem  is that I insist my words be so grand, so vital, they transmute into oxygen, so literal, so eternal they be inscribed in the stone of your heart, so light, so alive, they soar off the page, find their flock, and back to mother nature they go! Waiting to be discovered by …

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Día y Noche (Melancólica) 

What is this deep-seeded  Sadness that blossoms  with the seasons of my age? Time is just wind passing by  until it’s undone all the threads of my coat, stripped away all my warmth,  no blood, no bodies around.  Well let me freeze baby’s blue, sometimes I yearn to be isolated in time  until splashes of the…

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Los Angeles

‎ Thank you for the wings.  It is time I find  a home to fly to.  ‎‎‎ P.S. Your sky is heavenly.  You took the silvering stars from our eyes  and cushioned them on pillows of graying smog. Perhaps so we’d always have an illusionary piece of ourselves to look up to  and perilously pursue. 

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Scarlet S.

My life is a literary one. I write poetry on all things love, loss, and life. Feel free to stay for a while.

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Mi vida es literaria. Escribo poesía sobre el amor, la pérdida, y la vida. Siéntete libre de quedarte un rato.

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