Poems by Alberto Portales Cerda

Only my dreams can get you
Though I have just awaken, the day still infant in my consciousness, the images remain, while I clean the spider webs off my eyes, and the sweet dreams transform into a barely perceivable yet pervasive pain, which persists throughout the day and intensify when I see you, as if a virus had taken home in my heart.

Mid-year Blues
Come get your mid-year feedback, she said whenever you are ready (polite, as always), I will remain in my office, waiting for you The door was open, come in, I heard her smile firm, short, gentle, whereas her suit was blue, but blue diffused Turquoise earrings, and light blue shoes - she plunged ahead, assertively speaking - blue cobalt ring, so much to do You must seek visibility, she said so much work that no one sees such complex context; her eyes, deep blue Behind, a screen saver in her computer shining softly behind her hair, lighting clouds and sky of blue Enthralling moment, my attention astray with such discernment (indigo, azure) how much I heard, I cannot say She smiled again, something diplomatic was said she sensed some hiding behind his mood (feedback must be given carefully, she thought) Her subordinate walked away, hypnotic, blue.