Welcome Greeting From Church

Muto silence




I used to wield a pen like a deadly weapon, and with it

writing to vent anger and resentment
of pain on a piece of paper.
Fors'Egli
me punished for the ardor of my silent voice.
I can not explain otherwise

because the heart has exhausted all the words!
Melancholy, once
made me invincible. His company
devastating
filled the void of magic;
seized it with a
pen to transform it into thoughts
and not risk losing it ...
Now I know the immense loneliness.
E 'mute silence.
Clear the air where I left my complaint
free.
hands, cold, swinging in the air, clutching a weapon
powerless.
mouth, dry,
opens without a sound. I lived through

only fragments of a soul
printed in black and white over time. Now we have only

nothing more bleak.
The Muse does not speak.
My World is off.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009

How Long Does It Take For Ringworm

Men only (unpublished)



Sometimes they are not words.
hands are empty,
outstretched in the air, hungry,
anxiously waiting to be filled with inspiration that allows

to free themselves, and to impart the
soul forever

eagerly filling a canvas, or a piece of paper.
In those moments of gloomy silence,

when all that remains is a silent cry inside, then we cease to believe

to be poets, artists, or writers.
And there are only single men.
fingers, crushed,
grab anything.
Sometimes they are not words.
The mind loses its power and remains only
pain,
without possibility of release.

(c) Eleanor Grana, 2009