Our thoughts, like the sea with its white pebbles,
painted by its foam.
The waves come little by little, to halt them.
There, I see Greece.
Beneath the clouds that hide the sun,
its furrows moving back and forth like visitors.
They were forgotten on a pale islet at the horizon, where the gaze can reach.
In a small glass of red wine and a slice of bread,
behind the cornfields.
There, I see Greece.
In my grandparents’ house I left my memories in the yard,
in the scent of Sunday lunch.
I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
I stand beneath the partly cloudy sky
for hours mesmerizing at each night
looking at neglected concert houses
I know you’ll never forget me over there
I’m always missing out dancing
and when blood is in your head
you know what you’re about
you want to find someone
who’ll love you and that’s easy
but I want a woman I can never have
a woman who’s stolen my life
who’s sleeping in her grave
I can’t be
sharing
my body
with you
who’s now a shallow pool
though the room is offices
I can hear them panting now
his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
your CEO
I’m quite
resistant
to reform
proposals
I’m a dumb rooster’s beak
pecking broken chunks of cheese
from every event
every moment is astonishment
and if I climb a roof
only left in the ruins
you’ll see my people
behind the sunlit bar
but my next neigbhour
who’s coming in
is a thief and the new label
on the beer we serve
I’m engaging him before
this place is bombarded
with that machine dogs
In the rain shadow of Majave Desert I eat hot sand
I am singing with their Death Valley
I have allowed them to build my faith under a Joshua Tree
& I feel a pain in the little finger
leaning towards a withered language
I maintain the hollow of the dirty sky
I am split between the Great Basin & Province & the Sonoran Desert where the dark tower is a grave
from one hole to another I seal the capital of decaying with anesthesia
We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme,
as through obscuring fog we strain to see
two well worn roads on the landscape of time.
One leads through the mist of what's yet to be,
revealing lofty mountains we will climb,
and a grown prince and princess, you and me.
Images, sometimes false and sometimes true,
we discern what will be of me and you.
Another lane shows places we have been,
where airy mem'ries float and waft through trees.
We play the sweet game of remember when,
and in the time it takes to sneeze,
we wish to do it all over again
as reminiscence floats off in the breeze.
Right here, these two paths cross under the sun,
and this grand time is now, my special one.
No matter whichever way you are orientated,
It is all the same; true love and physical attraction expressed.
Even if a choice, it is your blank canvas meant to be painted.
covered flowers path
the sun shines wonderful spring
dream with open eyes
cynical.cyclones.car
ynical.cyclones.carv
nical.cyclones.carve
ical.cyclones.carve.
cal.cyclones.carve.t
al.cyclones.carve.th
l.cyclones.carve.thr
.cyclones.carve.thro
cyclones.carve.throu
yclones.carve.throug
clones.carve.through
lones.carve.through.
ones.carve.through.a
nes.carve.through.a.
es.carve.through.a.l
s.carve.through.a.lu
.carve.through.a.lur
carve.through.a.luri
arve.through.a.lurid
rve.through.a.lurid.
ve.through.a.lurid.l
e.through.a.lurid.la
.through.a.lurid.lan
through.a.lurid.land
hrough.a.lurid.lands
rough.a.lurid.landsc
ough.a.lurid.landsca
ugh.a.lurid.landscap
gh.a.lurid.landscape
Hurling himself at his work
passion-surpassing mission
Setting aside sleep for nights on end
fire growing with every line penned
His epic assuming its desired shape
altering the literary landscape ~
When one troubled eve, his ardor on leave
he pitched forward – eternity grieved
I feel more incomplete
Now than before
and my heart is a cartography
Of interrupted rhythms.
In the echoes of ancestral whispers
I stand fragmented,unfinished.
Lands that once cradled our songs
Now distant unreachable,
My heart beating between
Bitter and sweet landscapes
Dreaming of retracing old paths
But my imagination incomplete.
My hearth's rhythm interrupted.
I admire the clouds that pass by...
Myriad of rocks below,
the gray landscape touched...
Above all the space, white flakes
all the height...
The Water, the colors around
move on the shores...
Blue, green and white sway
in foam in the sun...
Everything recovers after
apparent loss... everything
matters in nature...
Even we, matter
because every day we happen
while everything happens,
in rare beauty...!
Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
——————————————————-
(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
Hills and mountains
Fine pines and greens
Grass mown this year.
Related Poems