Rain Carpe Diem Poems

Uncaptured sympathies 
From the lost departed 
No turning back 
All plans are thwarted 
Revelations and tears
Washed away with the rain 
Forgotten tragedies 
Unspoken in vain...

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yesterday is a collection
of photographic memories
tomorrow a whirlpool of
                ...

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Meditate while quietly humming a love song
Colors of love are added on top and are strong
Strive to straighten out the twisted lost links
An unlocked door...

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No water

The land is thirsty in Portugal.
Dams are like wadies 
despair and dust 
not yet noticed by city dwellers.
Flush their loos with enthusiasm
buy potable water
At...

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how many sustain their own sanity
pointing to the coherence of the words themselves?
see how they fit together, they say,
here I put a nice and long...

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Brussel

I dream of a river clear
As a nun’s tears
In a landscape of flowers.
Bees, don´t sting
Nestles is banned.
Honeysuckles 
Is a dulcet word.
I think of a woman
who...

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August Promise

Every year I say, come August and I will go to Norway
but every you’re the flight ticket goes up, when mulling this over
it is...

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He sleeps soundly
 not a sigh, murmur or stir,
while restless in my dreams
 I toss and turn unheard
to find him in his comfort zone
 still...

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I stood beneath the rain drenched trees
Eyes closed head tilted to skies up high
It’s memories of you on days like these
Love and joy heart full...

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The sky grows dark
 deep purple grays
 filled and overflowing with rage,
sliding passed the sun
 b]ocking out the hope of light
 waiting patient, for the...

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I was born here
 along the salty waters of the Atlantic
 where wind and rain, ice and snow
 are blown out to the ocean depths.
I...

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Do you ever just dance to the rythm of your heart,
Or whisper messages to loved ones through the wind when apart.
Do you ever stop to...

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your chickpea skin
my willing mouth
the mundane things
we talk about
your shadowed eyes
my bright despair
your barbered mane
my tussled hair
four confused hands
touch in the rain...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

after William Dunbar

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest...

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Today I seek the sun,
it's gentle painless play-
words of winter warmth
spur me on my way,
away from death wish,
daily things gone wrong.

Today I seek the sky...

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