21 de marzo - Dia Mundial de la Poesía - Celebración a Arte Poética por Cristina Montero

ARTE POÉTICA


                                                 
                                                              Agónico  o cruel,

                                                               solitario ejercicio.

                                                                                              Puente…
.
                                                              Colapso de lenguajes

                                                                                                    que deben reescribirse

                                                                                                                                        o reavivarse.

                                                                     Faro...

                                                                     Puente de luz.

                                                                                               Oficio solitario

                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                   pero no olvidado.

                                                                                                Compartirte

                                                                                                                     como  proyecto colectivo

                                                                                                                                                                nos llena de sentido.

                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                 Sentido...

                                                                                                                                                                   Soledad...

                                                                                                                                                                   Silencio...

                                                                                                                                                                   Sin silencio...qué palabras.



                                                                                                          Poesía desnuda

                                                                                                         como el alma.

                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                     Poesía-hombre,

                                                                                                                                                                 hombre que es hambre de poesía.

                                    

                                                                                                           Ruptura de lenguajes agónicos

                                                                                                                                                                      e inútiles.

                                                                                                          Necesidad de sentido.



                                                                                                         El tema es infinito,

                                                                                                                                           medular carnadura.


                                                                                                          El hombre...sus voces

                                                                                                                                                    y sentidos de vida.



                                                                                                        Poesía resistencia,

                                                                                                                                          con o sin marchas

                                                                                                                                                                             de pañuelos blancos.-


                                                                                                                                               CRISTINA MONTERO -                                                                                                           ROSARIO- SANTA FE- ARGENTINA

                                                                           

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