Epistolary Manipulated Fourteen Line Poem to El Paso & Myself
crisel sayeli
Eyes closed, when my nose hits that dust smell,
I know I’m in El Paso.
Summer lingered to welcome me back ~
Sun City shining pretty for me.
Scorching rays, kisses from Hell.
The Sun, like a crush, making me blush pinks & reds.
Next year at this time, I’ll be missing them well.
& just like Felina, I will have kissed this place goodbye.
Until then, this desert is my oyster &
if I dare dive deep in it, what will I find?
Hopefully poetry, people, potential, & p o s s i b i l i t i e s .
So I take this Pachuco’s hand to finish what I started;
write, read, & create more than I haven’t.
Then drive back home, feeling accomplished.
Author Bio
Crisel Sayeli is a writer and artist. She writes poetry, children’s stories, and prose. She also loves taking photographs and videos and making collages. You can find her first self-published poetry, photography, and digital collages ebook, Surrounded by Mountains Surrounded by You, on Amazon in both English and Spanish. Crisel is currently a Creative Writing major and English minor at the University of Texas at El Paso.
