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
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
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
recollections and verbs.
Peaceful memories are
conversations found within