Praying for the Afternoon

Carrying her thoughts inside that special place,

where she hides her heart from foes,

from fears, from friends,

she sets out on a stormy Saturday,

praying for the afternoon,

as morning has brought nothing more than gloom.

Someone has broken through her chains,

and stolen what she names her April charms,

and a thousand thorns he left behind to harm her

and she wonders how to face the day again

as she looks in from the rain.

Inside a magic rainbow offers light and love and

all the echoes are of laughter, all the laughter laughs at her,

all the voices thunder loudly, and she wonders if its hell.

There’s no April, there’s no flowers,

her hearts rhythm marks the hours,

and she seeks but finds only the manikins he’s left behind.

And in the smoky distance she has noticed,

a quiet stranger humming softly,

at times singing and quietly sipping wine and eating chestnuts,

carefully, to not disturb,

for solitude is standing waiting for the train,

And in the drenching, freezing rain, she will remain.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

INSTAGRAM: @Francisco_Bravo_Cabrera

JaZzArt en Valencia:

Jazz with my group AJA, meaning funky blues:



  1. ourcrossings · February 2, 2020

    Yet another beautiful poem, my friend! Hope you had a great weekend, thanks for sharing 😊 Aiva

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · February 2, 2020

      Hello Aiva! So happy to hear from you! Thank you so much and I am so glad you liked it! We had a lovely summer weekend to start February (supposedly our coldest month!)…hope you enjoyed your weekend too! Have a lovely week!

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