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Give up the ghost
Posted on: May 16, 2013
If I never see your face again
If I never find the words
That sifts jewels out of sand
Then that’s just how it goes
New constellations will form
Like lovers do
Vertical horizons
Posted on: November 3, 2012
- In: My Poetry
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I tilt my head until you become a vertical horizon.
A million hesitations stacked upon each other…
Love. Fear. Stay. Leave. Yes. No.
The drawing decision expanding to let light in from all angles.
Your ocean eyes pouring into mine.
Your smile, unchanged by time.
Our love.
A silent flutter.
A flightless bird.
Cranes
Posted on: October 28, 2011
- In: Deep Thoughts | My Poetry
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cranes
hovering over the city
building traffic lanes in the sky
as if to reach higher
than the birds are able to fly
they call it construction progress
but they use bricks of old ideas
the work is never finished
swing your crane around
and you will end up where you started
for all you know,
your dreams could
collapse tomorrow
your crumbled certainty
could leave you in sorrow
don’t keep you heart locked up
or it might get buried in ruins
don’t construct your future
according to yesterday’s plan
let your love grow
taller than the cranes
and the stories you cling to
let your soul soar
free as a bird
the next generation
Spell of rain
Posted on: July 21, 2011
There’s a spell of rain across the sky
Days drizzle by, not like a stream that runs
Over stones and timber, roaring and thriving
Towards the greater depth, but rather softly
My fingertips find their course, a stroke of yes,
Cradled in your hammock, and the sway of the day
Life bound
Posted on: May 22, 2011
Let me rest my bothered mind
On this pillow of your smile
Keep both feet on the ground
Lost bird coming down for landing
Abridge the soar for a while
Clouds dissolving up above
And beyond the puzzle of love
Stay life bound, and keep keepin’ on
Food for thought
Posted on: March 21, 2011
- In: Inspirational | My Poetry
- 3 Comments
I get hungry at night, just before bedtime
I like to snack on a bite of potential pleasure
And a piece of promising bliss
It’s my way of feeding the mind
Of all the feasts that I am more or less likely to have
The next day, I feel wonder full
Kaleidoscope
Posted on: February 27, 2011
- In: My Poetry
- 2 Comments
the old lady with the emerald green eyes looked at me;
so what say you child about the expansion of the Universe?
tell me, what do you see?
I see..
a color spectrum of circumstances
scattered, but held by an inexplicable design
gems of space, jewels of time,
a myriad of possibilities down the line
with a tilt, what once was a flower
becomes the shape of a star;
mesmerized by the illusion
that anything is far
perhaps
the Universe is expanding
at a speed outside my understanding
but beauty is elusive
the slightest change of direction
a minor movement of will
a single droplet of dreams
and the patchwork is bound to burst
at the seams
* The first part is actually a true story, and the second part was inspired by my Italian kaleidoscope. I don’t know if the parts actually belong together or if this poem is even done. It has a few alternative versions but I’ll leave it as it is for now.
Sciroppo Sunday Special
Posted on: February 6, 2011
- In: Happy Days | My Poetry
- 11 Comments
Jazz me into the morning
Coffee cup me with your hands
Smile that sky and
Sling the skirt of joy
Over the table
I’ll have those
Pleasure pancakes please
A blushing blaze on the canvas
Of Today
Under the cover
Posted on: February 1, 2011
- In: Books & Films | My Poetry
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Perhaps why I love books
Is because I fancy the idea
Of so much emotion
Composed and contained
Just waiting to be released
Mr Winter (five years later)
Posted on: December 29, 2010
- In: My Poetry
- 4 Comments
Late December
so much snow
Mr Winter
came early this year
but we are getting old
This year I’ll make an angel
and send her off
with all that time spent waiting
dancing in the snow
I belong to nobody
and in belonging I rest
bleeding from the sleeve
of my greatest test
I still have thoughts
that keep me grounded
a budding wish to grow
Mr Winter will not linger
I still have miles to go
(* The Original Mr Winter was written in 2005)
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