Fiat Lux

Fiat Lux


  
    
  
                  

art by Olivia Peters

There is a movement in the air

Renoir


Nymphets reflecting cliche

Monet


Watches melting hours to be

Dali


Open hearts, lida

Frida


Abaporu the clay Aborigine

Tarsila

Antropophagy, Anyla


Runs through the ages the same 

spectrum, light, pains

Same love

in multicolored ephyfanies


Cromus and Cronos

awakening

Asleep


Entangled in the web

ideas and dreams

dripping from the veins

empty hourglasses

Sand castles


Dually

The dawning Sphinx gazes

decipher me

As the dusking thinker

Ponders eternal in vain digression

Rodin


In the fertile tubes

Rest yet paints

chisels, rhymes

When suddenly

from within the stone:

A Scream

Fabiana Avila | Poet

Tiny little things

Tiny little things:

cells,

seeds

dew droplets

warm tears

Within the cytoplasmic membrane

the enigmatic code

the mathmatical sequence

Exact

Of things that are

and things yet to be

Tiny little things

the newborn’s hand

delicate flower blossoming in life

toothless smiles

the stripes on fuzzy bees

Tiny little things

tenderness, finesses

warm delights

of so much love

minutely structured

within the crimson fibers

of the pulsing heart

Tiny little things:

the stars,

little dots in the endless sky

so far,

but so brilliant

inside me

Fabiana Avila