* not rosaries nor missals a life embroidered carefully . I would like to lay in the straw grass far from concrete . humming a note or two roaming the void making space . gently diving tight in your arm so long lost . afloat as a candle at night flickering warming memories . . […]
Not Rosaries nor Missals – A Life Enbroidered – July 2013
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* . shuffling fast letters and pictures . a bell ringing breaking the hour . more than once so be it . hammering a though of you into my heart . as eyes to the sky forever changing . not yet rolled up . . Filed under: Poetry
* another day gone up in smoke and a new one waiting to be lit . as I hold off for the bed to warm itself the sounds of nocturnal tree frogs the birds soon to start . it’s quite an unusual temperature no more drip drop, rain has ceases I sit calm . eyes […]
* . here I try to free the space between . a glimpse of sleep and the will to utter . the sun hiding silent is the wind . he works his mission out with diligence . got no surprises just time to linger . . Filed under: Poetry
* she had wished she could go back to the places where she spent the night while dreaming. . she got up to drink lots of water and opened the curtains. later she was sitting outdoors . writing, after she had read from her fourth book that morning, that was what she considers a lucky […]
* . she marveled realizing the shape inside her chest that void often filled with air and beauty when merry it would change shape as birds sung . it shrunk at sounds belonging to civilization a soul with preconceived ideas she wondered he laughed back at her concept . a soul thriving on sounds, smells […]
* . I understand you with my eyes one glance suffice I could put you into focus while moving I have become attentive to life . we look for speed detectors while driving slow achieving one day to run away . . Filed under: Poetry
* between salted scarce trickles of tears . darkened by heavy clouds of comparison with others . the weight of lead the toxicity of the same . I lose my way on the starred map in the silvery night . my trip on earth slowed down heavy luggage of spoiled health . may be a […]
* I have always knew you are an hedger but now we are talking business life at a crossing finds me reluctant . you clipped your attitude away now you are sweetness even politeness I stand hesitant taking time not sure you are telling truth . bad habits gone projects a new life new schedule […]
* . correct I use my intellect to probe sensitivity an instrument . I use my logic to draw conclusions a map of the sky . I use my voice to simplify what you see complicate . I use my hands to run over your skin looking for some body hair . I use my […]