The blank space invites.
I imagine what could be.
Artist, creator.
Cynthia Hernandez
Cynthia Hernandez
I’m a poet, writer, photographer, artist, nature lover, mom, friend and animal lover. I live in Bremerton with my wildly talented and beautiful fiancée who is my best friend and also a poet. I work from home for Martin Luther King County government and am a lifelong Washingtonian. I have self published two poetry volumes available for sale on amazon.com and through other outlets. I’m currently working on preparing a third volume of poetry for publication.
Entry Fee
There’s a cost either way.
One road left, another right.
One takes you up, the other down.
You must choose.
For now.
Later you can circle back
and try the other.
If it’s still there.
Either way
You’ll find beauty,
growth, expanse, adventure.
Open your eyes.
Breathe it in.
Give thanks.
Make a choice.
The price of entry
is worth it.
Creation
Creation
invites
expression-
connection-
a place of communion,
an exploration of self.
I like having you near me
just doing your own thing.
You are one
of my favorite beings
in all of
creation.
A Return to Love
I told myself
I’d never again
open my heart or
let someone in.
But you came
knocking at my door.
And my spirit whispered
”try once more.”
I flung open the door—
a trust fall without fear.
You strode into my heart.
I’m so glad you’re here.
Haiku on Tenderness
Such sweet tenderness
you express in your kisses
I’ve never known such bliss.
Shelter
When dark skies signal
a gathering storm,
I reach for you
while I try to stay warm.
Like an open umbrella
protecting me
the shelter you give
brings me safety and peace.
Books for Beginners
read life to me
in pictures and poems
fill in the blanks
with inflection and expression
read love to me
with your hands and a whisper
transport me into
your magnificent worlds
The Big Apple
Beneath the streets
subway cars rumble.
Platform serenades
soothe or annoy
while you wait.
Offshore, Lady Liberty
watches and wonders
when Freedom’s
bright promise
will be renewed
and fulfilled
at America’s gateway.
Sipping Joy
You showed up at my door
with a smile and a quick kiss
I sipped joy all morning,
as I tasted your name.
The Way Out
The only way out
is through
through the depths
of a lifetime
of emotions denied
across the threshold
between then and now
carrying memories,
hopes
and presence
into
the light.