* . 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 accomplish one day to run away . . Filed under: Poetry
Up In Smoke, April 2013
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* . you know how we keep each other at distance . but when we look one for the other we are there . how we will never admit it but we do like not to loose touch . we know we will not be together but we will be there anytime . to start […]
* . little one jumped away keeping one eye on me he had said his had no more to add in his slight disapproval . don’t your remember the little voice that carried you through in the harsh season? wait . each time you waited it was effective and greater essence and fair responses had […]
* . the little one approached me looking up in stupor what are you doing out here engrossed in your beauty cladded up that way? . he ignored my smirk my pleading eyes you have no fur coat under neat your robe is your silky pale wintery skin… . that skin the big one seems […]
* – it had been a long time since I sat here – listening to night’s nature searching words reasoning pain out it had been a long time since I had done this in English . may be to draw away from you – as I fear the end of us – of this half […]
* . I wore a heavy robe the color of night tall sheep boots and a fur hat I looked out there it felt like rain was falling deceivingly . it was the wind shifting between the branches creating an illusion – no rain just icy air moving fast agitating thick leaves . annoying them […]
* . I decided I had to open the door at night and step outside walk alone in the dark at night it had been a long time since I did it last . autumn had fallen with its sadness and abandonments I retrieved in pain and since hardly ever stepped on the ground around […]
* . embers are the end -leftovers- of a big fire same rules apply don’t blow on it . if you want it to die . I called you back days later – after your calls I was calm as a lake . till I heard your voice and my heart believed it was a […]
* . four are the cardinal points to determine locations to determine existence to set a path to make a picture whole . each has a pre-determinated position on the compass . cannot wander away . everything moves around and within boredom is not there . on a greater scale they indicate the position of […]
* . like The Carnival of Saint Saens I enjoyed listening to when I was little from the stereo in the living room . a bunch of voices in my head soar uproaring about priorities I walk around the zoo tip-toeing a dance . . Filed under: Poetry