This n’That

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See me shoot up
Deviant stars
To the furthest moon

Before each step sets
To explode in the universe’s
Face too soon

See me
Driven then
Whirling Dervishlike

To the pained songs
Of barnacles waking
Suntrapped

Remind me
Sleepless then
To watch out

For holes  lying in wait
One deeper and denser
Than  the last.

I wonder
Will God be there
At last.

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About Isabela Gonzalez

I was born in Milan Italy of a Filipino/Spanish mother and a Polish father, both professional opera singers in the 1920s in Europe. Most of my childhood was spent in the care of strangers. After some years in a Catholic convent I became an Atheist at the age of 15 when a Belgian priest preached on God's infinite mercy, at the same time threatening us with eternal hellfire should we misbehave. It was at this point that I began writing poetry. At age 20 I won all singing contests entered,and a singing career in light entertainment was launched. On retiring from 'showbusiness, I taught classical piano , prepared pupils for the ABRSM exams but all the while writing poetry and getting a few published in between. I have also completed a 'novelized' biography of my mother's extraordinary career as the greatest Madam Butterfly of her time in Europe and the world. Her name was Isang Tapales.

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