by Samuel De Lemos


Salient peaceful pictures
are resting on my whitewashed walls.
Reminders of memories that I adore.

Reflected light, creates sacred shadows
penetrating through semi-open
window shutters.

Contrasting darkness
with the sun’s bright rays.

Do we understand impartiality, by
black versus white, or light versus dark?

Like a lonely scribe sitting by a worn
wooden desk:
day after day and night after night.

The poet writes his poesy
on a plain white page.

Selecting meaningful black inked words
and delicately placing them
where they belong.

The contrast is eternally there—
dressing the white luminous spaces
with blackened
recollections and verbs.

Those salient
Peaceful memories are
conversations found within
my walls.