Entonces, al llegar la mañana,
la luz del día,
el calor del sol,
¿Quién recoge la oscuridad de la noche
que se queda como un manto negro
sobre la cantidad de flores y colores que ahora encuentro?
(2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 25/10/2023, Valencia, España/Derechos Reservados)
JaZzArt en València 
This poem is quiet, luminous, and deeply contemplative. With just a few lines, it captures the fragile threshold between night and morning, darkness and light. The central question—“¿Quién recoge la oscuridad de la noche?”—lingers beautifully, turning a simple natural transition into a profound meditation on absence, renewal, and mystery.
The image of darkness remaining like a black mantle over flowers and colors is especially striking, suggesting that night does not simply vanish but leaves a trace, a memory, a softness behind. There is restraint here, and that restraint gives the poem its power. It invites the reader not to answer, but to pause, to feel, and to wonder.
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Thank you Sir for such a beautiful and insightful review of my poem. I am deeply grateful.
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Poema sublime. El manto negro me ha dejado enganchado
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Gracias! Me alegro que te haya gustado. Un saludo.
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Enchanting!
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Thank you!
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A thoughtful, meditative poem that lingers in one’s thoughts to see the interweaving of renewal and mystery.
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So glad you liked it Charles and thank you. I am grateful for your visits and your kind evaluations of my work. Much appreciated.
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Beautiful poem. Short yet rich with layers that each represent something deeper. I love that it is in Spanish!! Our language flows so beautifully, especially in poetry 💗.
Blessings 🇨🇺🇨🇺!
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Yes, it certainly does and thank you so much!
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