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Month 5:19 “First Poem in Spanish”

QUIERO  HABLAR  CON  LA  OLA

Hola, mi ola.
Que pasa? Es verdad —
aqui
no hay muchachas?

(Hay playas, hay pelotas.)

Puedo empujar diez pelotas.
Puedo visitar
diez playas. Si, si…

Es verdad —
aqui
no hay muchachas?

Mi muchacha!

Mi Isabel
fue a llevar
las olas alli.

Alli, no hay madres.


by Therese L. Broderick

NOTE:  I am starting to study Spanish.  With the few Spanish words that I now know, I attempt this poem.

 

About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

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