* no wind moaning no shutters flapping . doors standing still in the darkest night . heat rising piercing through as light enters the crack . at daylight no crickets or frogs telling stories . just the heavy stillness of some summer nights . away from breezed seas laying awake interspersed . . Filed under: […]
* . 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 […]
As published on Luminesia two days ago. Have a look! Hoping you’ll enjoy this poem, pictures are from my photography course students: . http://2luminesia.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/memorial9-11/ . COPYRIGHT PROTECTED © Filed under: Poetry
* . the tiniest ant I ever laid eyes on keeps on getting my attention as . I read this book from the 50s entrenched with interesting words . not used anymore I take notes, a letter at a time while she keeps . on moving up and down around the page – slightly scared […]
* . not sure if it was the metropolis – and the jungles they hold where we had roamed through . or the islands within the same – we felt alone among thousands I could have . threaded on – not stapled to my own thoughts of failure focusing on some other survival . the […]
* . unlike touch me, I don’t need contact to receive . and like it I am spread all over tasting a breeze on my skin while smelling the salted mist – held in the air . I shiver a bit from the deep blue pondering we have met and not touch . . Filed […]
* the best of all times comes when I such enjoy stillness I do not . need words to describe fullness, feelings lined up nameless do not need . recognition sounds afar as on my shoulders sounds near so close blood runs and cries . such as the earth sights for water received deep down […]
* . 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