Last posts on Poetry

Can You Hear Me?

2008-07-21T14:55:00+02:00

Can you hear me?Can you see me?I cry out to you,But still nothing you do.Why don't you look?Because you're too focused in your imaginary book.I love you like there's no tomorrow,And that is what's making me so full of sorrow.So to you my love I say "goodbye",As I go off to my room to cry.

Déjà Vu

2008-03-23T16:15:00+01:00

Wow

déjà vu

yes you're right

I feel it too

It's like we've met

and been here before

(but I'm sure

I wasn't the one

begging for more)

Thanks

but no

I really can't stay

I'm so sorry

adieu

... have a nice day

More Déjà Vu experiences on: http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/03/21/prompt-link-deja-vu/

Truth

2008-03-19T15:15:15+01:00

Seen in eyes promising at night

and in passion of the moment

but gone like darkness in light

when morning awakes and eyes refocus

Heard in a lover's dulcet song

and a friend's solemn promise

but gone as time leaps on

and ears fall deaf while hearts dismiss

Felt in the tightest embrace

and the lightest fingertip trail

but gone when love needs more space

and hands let go while arms fail

Horse Band

2008-03-19T13:45:00+01:00

thunder hooves pounding

in the hours before dawn

steamy nostrils snort

running like the wind

a proud stallion leading them

rugged backs are damp

a band in gallop

untamed souls born to range free

tangled manes fly wild

beauty in motion

surviving harsh plains and man

wiry tails held high

Vanity

2008-03-08T14:40:00+01:00

Though empty tomorrows

can hold an uncertain promise

our story had been told

We said our goodbyes

wearing warm feelings and smiles

but inside our hearts had run cold

Against all odds

I never saw you again

except for once

but as tall shadows hid me

I just sat there silently

watching you enjoy a hearty lunch

You looked so good

better than I remembered

in the warm shine of that midday sun

and I didn't want you to see

what had become of me

this slightly let-herself-go mom

Vanity-driven I wanted to look my best

whenever we would meet

and not get caught on a bad hair day

but I sure would've loved to hear your voice

and today I regret I made such an idle choice

For here in your casket you lay

and though my varnish has severely cracked

I sit here picture-perfect

on this old hardwood bench

trying so hard to remember

the rich and lovely timbre

I'll never hear again

Sunday Matinee

2008-03-08T14:15:00+01:00

Every Sunday clock-strike-one

my brother and me

would walk down town

where at the weekly matinee

the hours simply flew away

When it rained

to get our Sunday best from stained

Dad would drive us there

Roy or the Everly's on 8-track

ripping up the air

One twenty-five in our pockets

was enough

to get us into the Star's Rocket

buy some popcorn

candy bars and a soda pop

to top it off

We'd sit there in the dark

wrapped up in the stories

secret crushes on the stars

until the lights went on

and time to go home

had come

On the long way back

our brains we'd rack

quizzing each other on everything to do with the big screen

or in case of a cliffhanger serial

speculating on what would happen in chapters yet unseen

Every Sunday clock-strike-one

my brother and me

would have a world of fun

Life's Punches

2008-02-23T13:00:00+01:00

Another one of life's trials

like always unexpected

came walking down my road

Sized me up

knocked me down

like an eager young boxer

punching my beliefs to the ground

Completely numbed

I find myself left with nothing

No anger or resentment

no fears

even the pain has gone

as are all my tears

and maybe just as well

For life's undertow

takes without rhyme or reason

never clear

was I right or wrong

or just fair game in open season

and maybe feeling nothing

can help cope

Delicious

2008-02-07T18:25:00+01:00

Half eaten

along the roadside

you lie

waiting for decay

to drive by

Were you merely

too much

or not

delicious enough

Photograph: IMAGE*AFTER

For more information visit: http://www.imageafter.com/index.php

Housewife's Lament

2008-02-07T18:09:08+01:00

I cook clean change dirty diapers

and go grocery shopping in between

feed and walk the dogs

and since I'm such a whiz with tools

cut all the fire logs

I drive the kids to school every day

and look after your mother

do the dirty dishes and laundry

and even though I scarcely see a dime

I'm much wiser with our money

Hell when you can't find the time

I even wash the car

and rake the leaves in the back garden

still if you come home I try to look

like I spent all day at Elizabeth Arden's

Seems like I'm always here for you

even when it's not sure you might

to nourish and maintain what should be our life

but boy let me tell you I won't be around much longer

if you insist on having a maid rather than a wife

Lost

2008-01-07T15:20:00+01:00

Poisonous illusions

scared

I keep my eyes shut

I kick and scream

against perfect delusions

but there's no way back

Lost

Buried underneath a thin blanket

I struggle to breathe

white padded walls surround me

Beautiful hallucinations

I drift off

in endless dreams

Dutch Version:

Friday, January 11, 2008

Verloren

Angstaanjagende hersenschimmen

bang

houd ik mijn ogen gesloten

Ik schop en schreeuw

tegen de perfecte misleiding

maar vind geen weg terug

Verloren

Begraven onder een dunne deken

hap ik naar lucht

witte gecapitonneerde muren houden me vast

Oogverblindende begoochelingen

ik zink weg

in eindeloze dromen

Prisoner Of His Own Mind

2008-01-07T14:40:00+01:00

Small room

table with two chairs

and a bed he never uses

Cigarette burns on the mattress

pillow and blanket on the hardwood floor

Locked up and tucked away from the world

meant to be for his own good

Today's your birthday

I kiss and hug you

God you're so scrawny

I brought the apple pie you like so much

and while we wait for tea

you tell me your friends will come by later

and you'll go out for a nice meal

You ramble on and seem so happy

that I play along

It always hurts to leave

I'd much rather take you home

care for you myself

but that's impossible they say

and I know it's true

A mother's love can't cure everything

I learned the hard way

when stripped of reality this schizophrenic man

is nothing like my beautiful son

Happy New Year

2007-12-27T14:30:00+01:00

You Before Any

2007-12-15T16:30:00+01:00

I find you waiting for me

as I tiptoe in the door

Your eyes scan my face

looking for evidence

a clue

a mark

ANY

god-forbidden trace

You give me the third degree

want to know everywhere I went

all I did

BEFORE

but no answer

will satisfy your needs

you'll just go on and on

planting new green-eyed seeds

You're right about one thing though

I don't want to live here anymore

not because there's someone new

on the contrary

it's because of

same old

never changing

YOU

Dutch Version:

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Jaloezie

Je zit op me te wachten

terwijl ik voorzichtig naar binnen sluip

Je ogen scannen mijn gezicht

zoeken aandachtig naar bewijs

een aanwijzing

een teken

onverschillig welk klein spoor

Je onderwerpt me aan een kruisverhoor

wilt weten waar ik ben geweest

hoelang

waarom

met wie

maar waarheid noch wanhoop

bevredigt jouw jaloezie

Maar in één ding heb je wel gelijk

ik heb het wel gehad

en niet omdat ik van een ander hou

integendeel

maar geheel en al

vanwege jou

The Banshee

2007-12-15T16:05:00+01:00

A hollow wind blew wild

the nights she came at our door

bewailing the misfortune

about to fall upon our home

in her mournful lament

As she moves

through the sullen shadows

no opportunity of light

from moon or stars

she casts her cry into the night

grabbing hold of your mind

Leading you

unaware of your fate

through a dense curtain of mist and rain

into the raging sea below

where underneath the drowning water

your destiny awaits

Shining in mid-winter

2007-12-06T19:10:00+01:00

The unfashionable Cornish poet and playwright Charles Causley died in 2003. At an Advent service in Dorchester Abbey I heard what may be one of his greatest poems, 'I am the great sun':

From a Normandy crucifix of 1632

I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
I am the captain but you will not obey.
I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
I am the city where you will not stay.
I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me,
I am that God to whom you will not pray.
I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
I am your lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
I am your life, but if you will not name me,
Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.

In this wonderfully simple devotional sonnet, Christ speaks from the cross, full of compassion for human inadequacy.

An essay by Dana Gioia analyses Causley's powerful work. You can also hear Causley himself reading 'At the British war cemetery, Bayeux'. Poets' own voices often seem inadequate, but Causley brings his rythmic and incantatory lines to life.

A Mouthful of Sky

2007-12-03T20:40:00+01:00

If I can have the whole world to myself

Even for a day

I would make it see the sweetest dream that I’ve imagined

At every day-break the birds will chirp and sing

Extolling a freedom seldom seen

Teardrops from innocent faces drying up

Before it washes down the smile

Rainbows- so vibrant and shimmering

Helping to spread the good vibes

Like a young brave artist—not yet drunk on melancholia

I’ll try to paint the world…

Red, green blue and many such hues

If I can have the whole world to myself

Even for a day

I’ll make every child’s bedtime wish come true

Every broken heart, every lonely soul

Hey! Don’t yet fold…

Someone, somewhere you’ll surely find…

With whom life will be a joyride

Believe me when I say--Lifetime memories will be erased

When thy beloved clutch on to you!

I too had my time, I lived my dreams

I am walking now the thousand lonely miles…

Hoping that… someone will walk the few hundred steps to meet me!!

At the end of the day… when the sunset comes…

And angels come knocking at my door…

Telling me that my Time has passed

I’ll be happy that I had the whole world to myself (even for a day)

Happy with what I’m leaving behind---

-The birds flying

-Couples in embrace

-Springtime all around

-Lost souls finally reaching home

-No greed, no hunger

-People singin’ and dancin’ and believing in Love

Jezebel's Garden

2007-12-01T19:40:00+01:00

When entering Jezebel's Garden

moonlit shards became silvery dreams

changing the colour of your heart

Her pagan eyes cast velvet spells

bringing you to your knees

but temptation wears a chilling perfume

Dancing barefooted through the fire

leaving your fears in the smouldering ashes

your passion heightened in black liquid nights

She spilled your blood beneath the Heathen Stone

whereas I choked back my tears

and learned how to leave you behind

Life Of The Party

2007-11-24T13:06:30+01:00

You tell these little anecdotes

they all

so love to hear

with a warm and cheerful voice

under the pretence

of mocking me a bit

and you tell them well

I know

that's why you're such a hit

They hang on your lips

all night

and I wonder if they also get

the hidden sneers

so cunningly blent in

with the rest

but exclusively there

for my lonely ears

and meant to rip my bulletproof vest

I guess they don't

your charm has got them mesmerized

but your blarney eyes

don't fool me

not for a sec

Until All Dark Is Broken

2007-11-11T16:15:00+01:00

Drawn into the increasing noiseless night

we replay the world we know by day

In unsought dreams

we drift through the moments

with the currents of the moon listen in

and exploding stars hold their breath

Old acquaintances and new opportunities

pass by in endless sequences

spread by an unconfined mind

giving room to the horrors and lesser demons

we never seem to outrun

Motionless so no harm will come upon us

we relive and recreate in absolute aboulia

until the sun's first crack of light peeks in

and with a single wavering ray frees us

from the images that stream our defenseless eyes

throughout the night

In cold sweat with drowsy murmur we awake

while through silvery dewdrops the morning rises

until al dark is broken and fresh and clear

another day starts

More dreamy links on : http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2007/11/20/writers-link-the-dream/#comments

Haunted House

2007-10-29T13:40:00+01:00

"Famous for her beguiling beauty

they say no man can withstand

blinded to the danger lying in wait

drawn like moths to a flame

right into their untimely end"

Abandoned house on the

godforsaken edges of nowhere

loves and lives scattered

like seeds of evil

on what's left of her walls

Trapped for eternity in between

the old mortar and bricks

every night her cursed suitors

climb the stairway

Their longing whispers

like chilling echoes

answer her alluring calls

and haunt the grand mansion

that long time ago

fell into ruin

but one can't see

when under her spell

Still bleeding from the

mortal wounds she inflicts

they find themselves dancing

on the burning edges

between heaven and hell

More haunting story links on:

http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2007/10/27/writers-link-haunted/#comments

Behind Your Walls

2007-10-29T13:20:00+01:00

How does it feel

having to flee from oneself

renouncing all that's ever said and done

and allowing too much distance

road nor bridge could ever overcome

How does it feel

holding the past in such tight denial

and living a life so full of lies

hurting the ones who come too close

cutting off all bonds and ties

How does it feel

having left everything behind

never worry about what happened or what might

or is remorse wrecking from the inside

what on the surface seems to be alright

How does it feel behind your walls

The Stranger

2007-10-23T14:15:00+02:00

I wander these streets alone

amidst a sea of faces

all unknown

Stranger in this city

that pulled me in

with the promise of work

and a higher standard of living

But that doesn't mean much

in between polite smiles

and prejudice talk

I learn the hard way

it's not getting better

the longer I stay

High above me

a can of people flies by

but all I see is a white line

painting itself upon the sky

Oh how I wish

I was aboard of one too

swiftly flying me home

a small house made of bamboo

near the swelling ocean

smack-dab on the beach

But most of all

to the people I know

and all know me

More Stranger Links:

http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2007/10/23/writers-link-the-stranger/#comments

Out Of The Blue

2007-10-18T04:10:00+02:00

One day

out of the blue

you came and said

I need to talk to you

but all you did was erase

Erase your words of love and care

and all your promises

like they were never there

And now all I've got

is a worthless piece of paper

a ring downgraded to a trinket

and a heart that's bruised and blue

Not sure it'll ever heal

and not a lot I can do

except pray I'll be

out of the blue

one day

Time For A Change

2007-10-09T10:45:00+02:00

Renewal from the old rejuvenates the mind

clears away the cobwebs that gather over time

I throw out all things superfluous

acquired in mindless attacks of greed

and don't allow them to weigh me down any longer

because I have this sudden urge to travel light and free

I let go of the slowly crept in habits

that made me forget my true self

shed new light in darkened corners

and even dust all the top shelves

And while I'm at it - hell - I might as well get rid of you

as the love between us also more or less is through

I go on and on for hours

tirelessly and relentless I clear out every room

make space and sort out the clutter

and do away with melancholy and gloom

And then when I'm all done and ready for my new existence

nothing left to stand in my way

I sift through all the bags and boxes

(I swear it's always the same)

and salvage too many things not worthy being saved

and thus real change is postponed again

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Little Precious

2007-10-07T17:05:00+02:00

When I was seven and in hospital

my aunt gave me a doll

a little patched up

but with the prettiest eyes

It had been hers from

way back when she was small

I remember mama teasing her sister

could she really part from "Little Precious"

and my aunt who winked at me and said

You better keep a close eye on her

for your mama always was a little jealous

Today mama and I visit you in the nursing home

and I've brought the doll

Though severely patched up now

it still has the prettiest eyes

but unfortunately almost no hair at all

You look at us without recognition

but when I take the doll out of the bag

your eyes begin to shine

and as you hold her close you look at me

and before you sink into your own world again

you say

You've guarded her well but now again she's mine

New Found Glory

2007-10-03T12:15:00+02:00

A little piece of broken window pane

sparkles in the early morning sun

it's embedded between the old pavement stones

like a diamond's set in gold

Everybody passing is looking down

to see what shines so brightly

some nearsighted people even stoop

perhaps it's something of interest or value

Most people smile or shake their head

when they see it's just a piece of glass

a few look downright disappointed

but the little piece itself is basking in its new found glory

for it remembers well

the lonely days spent in a dreary frame

Intact and spotless it shone all it could

still everybody stared right through

Dutch Version:

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Aandacht

Een klein stukje vensterglas

fonkelt in de vroege ochtendzon

het ligt ingebed tussen de oude straatklinkers

als een diamant gezet in goud

Ieders aandacht wordt getrokken

naar wat daar zo helder ligt te stralen

een enkele bijziende gaat zelfs door de knieën

misschien is het iets van belang of waarde

De meeste mensen glimlachen of schudden hun hoofd

als ze zien dat het enkel glas is

een paar lijken zelfs teleurgesteld

maar het kleine stukje glas wentelt zich in alle aandacht

want het herinnert zich nog goed

alle eenzame dagen doorgebracht in een saai kozijn

Intact en smetteloos glansde het de mensen tegemoet

en toch keek iedereen dwars door hem heen

Keys

2007-09-25T10:40:00+02:00

This week's prompt at Writers Island

Notched and grooved

turn to open or wind

Ciphers for decoding

or answers to a test

Crucial elements

to unlock and understand

But the ones for your heart

are so hard to find

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Remorse

2007-09-23T16:50:00+02:00

Every now and then they resurface

to take me back to days long spent

Unholy pictures weighing heavy on my mind

to punish and make me repent

a stupid decision made in younger years

for which I have no reasonable defense

I'd rather keep them buried painful as they are

but I know I should never forget

the tears I caused along with the scars

when I took a man's life just because my demands were not met

I paid with time and freedom but could that ever be enough

for his wife and three children for life bereft

A Gift I'll Never Forget

2007-09-19T14:45:00+02:00

This week's prompt at Writers Island had my mind

jump back imediately to when my son Michael

brought me flowers for the first time

His face all sweaty and red

arms stretched out in front

as he comes running towards me

fast as his little legs will carry him

He yells "Mommy look what I have"

but I can't quite recognise

what he's holding in his soil stained fists

"Look mommy I picked them all for you"

and he lays a few crushed daisies in my lap

"Will you put them on the table too"

he then asks hopefully

"Just like the flowers you got from daddy"

he elucidates

Together we pick a nice looking drinking glass

and place it with the daisies swimming inside

on the large table where it drowns

Little crushed daisies combined

with his big proud smile as he looks up to me

A gift I'll never forget

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Future's Lullaby

2007-09-17T13:25:00+02:00

At times it's easy to get mired

into sweet dreams of the future

just listening to her voice rend

through the stillness of the night

when time takes wings

and shades past from present

feeding my unrealistic expectations

They tend to seem so real

while she sings her wordless lullabies

and bears such unlimited opportunities

that I wonder whether she measures time at all

or perhaps she couldn't afford to

and learned how to ignore those inner signals

replacing them with fearlessness

Learned how to be more aware of occurrences

exalted by her ancient mantras

way beyond everything we know

in a state of whispers and confidences

we just never quite can grasp

because the sounds though familiar

then suddenly become faint

Not existent enough to survive in the present

her voice cracks

time becomes firm again

while other needs get too loud

and ruin my nightly pursuits

with scars that show

the burdens from the past

The Battle Of Camlann

2007-09-09T19:25:00+02:00

The smell of iron oozing

from all blood drawn

no winners here except death

who's reaping these so called glory fields

and counting every last breath

Oh when will it finally dawn

that claims of victory won't hold

in the light of loss

and slain precious lives

is too high a cost

I tell my last knight standing

to return the sword to the lady of the lake

bring me to where the vessel's landing

and through the mists let them sail me away

as far as the isle of Avalon

where I shall rest until reawake

in case Britannia again is in distress

Meanwhile I'll pray

Quest

2007-09-03T14:50:00+02:00

Star-strewn galaxies

on a quest for alternatives

at the eve of darkness

when the eye beheld

the divine light

and unclosed thoughts

in open minds

accessed the lunar cycles

A full moon's eclipse

welcomed the heavens

and those buried alive

in the after fields

Time to wake

the cold-stored

in their velvet cocoons

Pre-human evolution

and holy blood

enigma of esoteric

non-existence

and legacy to the progeny

of new worlds

Caged Bird

2007-08-12T21:30:00+02:00

Kiss

2007-08-07T13:35:00+02:00

The bell rings

in the middle of the night

I fly to the door

worried

anticipating what might

Two cops

this isn't good

An accident they say

and speed me to the hospital

the siren wailing under the hood

Too late

words forever etched in my mind

They couldn't do a thing

and had to let you go

How can life be so unkind

Pitiless hospital room

you lie there as if in silent sleep

I take your hand

give you a kiss

and weep

Dutch Version:

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Zoen

De bel gaat

in het holst van de nacht

Ik vlieg naar de deur

ongerust

want ik heb op jou gewacht

Twee agenten

ik weet meteen dit is niet goed

Een ongeluk zeggen ze

en brengen me naar het ziekenhuis

met grote spoed

Bereid U maar voor op het ergste

de woorden echoën nog na in mijn hoofd

Je zou vroeg thuis zijn

vanavond

Je had het vanmorgen nog zo beloofd

Te laat

ze konden niets meer voor je doen

In een onverbiddelijke ziekenhuiskamer

ga ik bij je zitten

en geef je een laatste zoen

Books

2007-07-30T17:40:00+02:00

Carefully composed words

that came in tidal waves of inspiration

destined to be entrusted to blank pages

like shellfish on a desolate beach

take me away from here

They take me to exotic

and foreign places

where nothing else exists

and fulfill my need to escape

Enwrapped in others fantasies

I find it hard to leave

and return to my own world of mediocrity

where nothing as spectacular ever occurs

Where I'm only a heroine in my children's eyes

and hence they're getting older

even that is a train passing by

Where there's no tall and handsome stranger

waiting for me with his incinerating touch

but instead a burnt-out husband

either lurks in front of the tv

or lies passed out on the couch

No complicated murder mysteries

that need to be unravelled

but plenty of financial difficulties

and no skeleton or two in our closets

no only clutter and dust

And so I allow myself to float just a little bit longer

on that ever diverting sea of words

washed from someone else's shore

before I warp back into my own drab life

where too many dishes wait patiently in the sink

and dirty diapers and laundry rule

Happy Ending (or pep talk for the desperate)

2007-07-29T17:10:00+02:00

Don't you just love a happy ending

sure there has to be struggle first

and pain

and misunderstanding

but then all will be fine

that is ...

if you haven't lost your sanity

and/or faith in the meantime

Faith ...

that all will end well

even if everything fails right now

and life pretty much resembles hell

just hang in there

and don't give up

for eventually tables will turn

and you'll be back in luck

Just like it says in that unwritten rule

that when the storm is at its worst

the rain will stop falling

and the sun again will burst

so just be patient

your ordeal will soon be done

and you'll live happily ever after

he's finally packed up and gone

A Morsel Of Gossip

2007-07-22T18:45:48+02:00

Whether spoken with petty malice

or slipped off from a loose tongue

a morsel of gossip can quickly outgrow the truth

and obscure it forever

simply by replacing justness with a little wrong

Once it's out

it'll spread like a blazing wildfire

until none can tell fact from fiction

and the lie is living a life of its own

It'll stick like glue on glue

once it hits the wire

sometimes even looking truer than the truth

and always making people wonder

where there's smoke there must be fire

Only a morsel of gossip

but it'll smudge and stain a whole life long

and there's nothing one can do

except hoping that someday it'll backfire

Pap

2007-07-07T16:40:00+02:00

I held your brittle hand

and wiped your feverish forehead

while you lay looking awfully small

in that daunting hospital bed

Nothing left of the tall strong man

that I called dad

Nothing left to do

but wait for the inevitable end

and so I held your hand

and wiped your forehead

until you were dead

Summer Rain

2007-06-28T15:40:00+02:00

Pent-up Feelings

2007-06-19T18:35:00+02:00

What I cannot say

and shouldn't write

stays in me

somewhere deep

and in this darkness

unseen and unheard

it becomes twice as big

until it's more

than only words

So forgive me

if I will write them down

or even dare to speak

but space is getting scarce

and my chest

needs some relieve

Dutch Version:

Monday, June 25, 2007

Onderdrukte emoties

Wat ik niet kan zeggen

en niet zou moeten schrijven

dwaalt in mij

ergens diep

en in deze duisternis

ongezien en ongehoord

wordt het twee keer zo groot

tot het meer is

dan enkel woorden

Dus vergeef me

als ik ze toch neerschrijf

of zelfs uitspreek

maar de ruimte is slechts beperkt

en mijn gemoed

moet af en toe gelucht

Late Night Dancer

2007-06-01T16:05:00+02:00

A memory in longing arms

a heart without its soul

deprived of all his love and charms

she has nothing but his ghost to hold

She waltzes across the room

tears blinding her eyes

even their song sounds like a different tune

but she just can't let it go by

A tragic figure dancing in the night

drunk with grieve and cheap wine

the ultimate queen of sorrow and blight

hoping that someday he will change his mind

Finally

2007-06-01T14:25:00+02:00

At last you know all about hurt

and why anyone would crawl

for miles through dirt

how without any warning it can all be gone

and those who never can or will move on

For the rest of your life

you'll be aware of how fragile a heart is

and why some just can't let go

how a heart bleeds when it's shattered

and the pain or the stubbornness of a broken soul

Finally you understand what you've put me through

and it makes good ...

just like I thought it would

The Peach (or a short midday reverie)

2007-05-20T14:15:00+02:00

Little drops of juice

slowly trace a path down your chin

as you lean back

chair on two legs

you carelessly wipe them off

and surrender yourself

eyes closed

hands behind your head

to the sweet splendour

of that nearly overripe peach

Your lips curl

as you chew the flesh from its pit

in that same particular way

as when you give a kiss

and you're looking kind of sexy

devouring that peach

and enjoying its savour

with such delight

that it fuels my desire

A vast craving overwhelms me

from deep within

and as I look at your perfect skin

lustrous in the midday sun

I can't help but fantasize

and for a moment there

I'm lost in sweet reverie

and then you spit out the pit

and belch

The Singer

2007-05-06T16:40:00+02:00

The rhinestones on your suit

have lost most of their shine

and the songs your bringing

though beautiful

are simply out of style

The stage lights

no longer caress your face

and your career

sure has seen better days

but when you start to sing

your voice still rips the air

and you move everyone

that bothered to be there

You still put out your music

but now it's just for a select few

and you've accepted the fact

that it won't bring you another

big breakthrough

You've been out of the limelight

for too long a while

and it's hard to come back

if you refuse to compromise your style

And so it's sad but I'm afraid nonetheless true

you'll probably have to die this time

before they rediscover your music

pure and so divine

Woman At The Window

2007-05-06T16:20:00+02:00

Old and grey she sits at the window

watching the world pass by

Only a thin sheet of glass in between

but a different time zone on either side

On hers time is abundant

while on the other everyone seems to run out

All those people walking by every day

but none can find the time to even nod

and so she sits there unnoticed

alone while watching the busy street

and on her side of the pane she wishes

that time likewise would speed

a draft

2007-05-04T20:10:37+02:00

.
.
The tulips were disguised in colours
under the sun. This was spring in Manhattan
where the river is only a walking distance,
the ocean a subway ride away.
She had walked many distances, leaving
a land painted with warm rain and green mountains,
surrounded by another tumultuous ocean.
Told herself she was no longer that girl,
the one with the summer dresses
and light steps, the one who dreamed
up diaries filled up with his name,
or jasmine scented nights where
the two of them held each other, whispering
of white fence home.
.
She was no longer that girl. And they
were no longer together. Her world had known
winter that left branches all frosted white,
nights that never seemed to warm up, rain
when it came, cold pelting on the windows
like an unwanted guest. And that boy
became the first of the many men
whose names never got written down.
But love, even separated by years,
even when older, would always find a way
to be blind and just be itself.
.
They would meet again and every so often and
everything was all familiar. The recollection
of memories that rose and fell, where he
slid away from her past, became
her skin. Two long bodies stumbled,
turned into accidentally entwined limbs
of desire, he gathered her in as if
gifts, a bouquet of the most fragile flowers;
the change of her breath carefully listened
then answered. Her needs were the calling calls.
In time, she knew she must
leave all that behind again.
.
But at that moment, when they were together,
everything so silent except the sounds
of prayers for release and little confessions,
steam rising from memory
became solid, time held still,
that instant where everything
was understood and forgiven.
.
.
C. 2'07

april haiku

2007-04-25T19:41:05+02:00

the sakura blooms

spin and spin, the wind rustles

spring gossips of love.

an oldie

2007-03-09T15:55:00+01:00

.
.
A Past
.
for J.

.

You glimpsed her at a park, more than a shadow.
She was something simple, a little pyre
like the flaming scarf that hung loosely
around her neck. Then,
she looked at you, before long, asking
about nights that slipped through
the strings of your guitar into
telephone's cord, sipping your heart
in between smiles and little laughter. One day
.
you woke up with a memory
her hair pressed against your palm
darker than chocolate, a falling curtain;
her lips, all the red lipstick and shyness,
turned upwards. And she stirred, leaving
trail of opium carried to your arms. Until
.
you strained for more than just
a too-dreamy voice, knowing too well
feeling being peeled naked,
it was almost winter. Words strummed
onto the floor, her eyes flickered,
you found the image of yourself,
too scared, turned away.
.
C. 2'02

you

2007-03-02T11:05:00+01:00

.
.
   You                    a collection
   are                     of laughter
spring      dreams of perfection
                in a life fragmented
                         by shattered
                                 heart

.
C. 2'07

in short

2006-11-18T19:03:29+01:00

my sky is

all about lambent miracles

dipped in kahlua

stirred into stars.