Saturday, June 13, 2009
The sign
Two people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. Others pass them by, avoiding them with diligence... hurrying towards their own unending silence, but I watch the couple from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. and something in me searches for that which I don't have, in those two wet, lovingly intertwined hands, for if I am to accept that love like theirs exists, I would need a reason, a sign, a miracle to make me...
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
The butterfly's dance
A butterfly danced around a fire on a moonless night admiring the hypnotic brightness of its flame, the warmth she felt as she came near made her feel good about herself and she put aside her instinctive fear as she caught her reflection in the deep puddles summer rains had left on the floor the night before. She loved the way her wings sparkled in the brightness of that fire's glow she knew she should leave but she did not want to go she wanted more of it...she wanted it so, and with every...
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Storm of thought
The bed looks inviting with its soft silk white sheets so tightly wrapped around the mattress, and seems to beckon my soul to rest. Through the opened window a soft ray of moon light illuminates the room, but no breeze comes through it there is only heat... the humid heat dense, and heavy....of a late summer's night. There are no pleasant smells of blooming pink flowers. or sultry ones coming from the near by blue sea, just the bed there so peaceful, and the pale blue light that makes...
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Monday, June 8, 2009
A simple fact
T he summer night was spreading across Miami, across the peaceful ocean, everything was right, everything was lovely. The stars lent their light and it all became hopeful, forgiven, ecstatic... They made love over and over and forever and nothing on this earth could have distracted her for in that hotel suite was everything she needed, comfortably far from the lights of the infamous South Beach, but still close enough, so that the energy of those thousand lives touching, laughing, crying,...
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
What ever will be, will be...
If I could touch you, If I could gaze upon your face, I would not see you, I would see love up close, the living dream unfolded and alive. I would be filled completely by the magic of your smile. No, it would not be a spell cast by a force unknown or one known: it would be raw heat, wild like lightening, but sweet. It would be a thing rare to man, something not hidden, but something unsought because it's feared. Great love leaves nothing to chance. It opens wide all its doors that the breeze may...
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
When its my time to go
W hen its my time to go, on a star filled night I will never see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I can no longer feel will come in and out without kissing me. Others will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun, and I kissed eager lips just for fun Dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted my dreams and celebrated my past... when its my time to go, and in spring afternoons, like this one today, it will...
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
Sadness
S adness... Sadness is when the birds all leave, and the naked tree in the yard tries so hard to keep that one last green leaf and the leaf does not know that the old tree thinks in her lies his very last hope. And sadness also is that feeling of surprise that fills a long awaiting heart when the bird that left comes finally back but its song, which before made the lonely heart smile now makes it cry Sadness is what I felt when I watched you leave into that world that has no escape, no doors and...
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Monday, June 1, 2009
The poem that haunts me
M any times I have started this poem and just as many I have let it die, but is always there under deleted lines keeping me awake, whispering to my heart that wants to brake, "Let me out, write me now... you are making a mistake..." No one else feels its pain it or hears it scream, but at nights when exhausted I fall asleep it perversely haunts my dreams. Its a poem about all those things that only last for a while, things that happen and are forgotten like some loves and the wind a poem about...
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
I stand in the heart of a raging storm...
I stand in the heart of a raging storm like an old oak tree which bends but does not break, trusting the power of the roots of love which will not be defeated by lesser forces, no matter how loud and threatening those forces get to be. What outward might can destroy that power which is the very basis of the human heart? but I can't help but I wonder what manner of life is it which tramples so boldly and brazenly on unsuspecting innocence? I stand amidst distrust and cry large tears for my...
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Journey
I walk through a path of frozen mud, a twisted narrow way I somehow know leads to the top. Along the way, the trees, some dressed in gold, some in red like the color of blood, tremble trying to embrace the frigid soil that shivers under a late frost. There are no sounds, except for a primitive, primal, rhythmic thump that grows louder as I continue to go forth. My body shakes. tired and hungry, lonely and untouched, as it feels the kiss of the wind so cold. My eyes look beyond the trees and the...
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
When you fall in love
When you fall in love, not if but when... nothing will really change, The sun will come up like every day but to you it will seem a little brighter and though dew will cover the garden as every morning it has since the beginning of time now you'll notice it makes everything shine as if its drops were made of pure silver and when up in the sky you see a moon sliver as it always eventually appears... you will think just for you the moon smiles and if it happens to be full everything will look...
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Monday, May 25, 2009
It all means nothing without you...
Today, I sat by a steely blue sea. and marveled at its beauty. It looked like a tapestry weaved with blue and silver threads and embroidered onto that tapestry there were little specks of white scattered everywhere.., white imprints left on the waves by the kisses from that warm and sensual wind that the past night, had strongly blown in from the South giving a delightful wetness to the morning light making the beautiful flowers smile and drenching everything in Summer's scents. I looked up at...
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
My heart and his
My heart watches another's heart wallow in pain and sorrow and wants to tell him to remember that there will always be a tomorrow that the hurt will subside, become more like a dull ache and that one day he'll awake noticing the night has ended and the sun that has risen has tinted his skies with color My heart wants to assure his heart, that without knowing why one day soon he will smile, he will feel no more pain, no more horror, and all the feelings paralyzed by pain, without notice... will...
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
The poetess
What does she have but words to give words that even at their best cannot express feelings not even to her G-d she dares confess. And after she writes...she is left empty, for all of her was poured into that page. Her thoughts, her dreams, her heart, her love all given away to those who read her words and for an instant are allowed a glimpse into her soul. Her sanity long ago was sacrificed to the god of motivation on a long, lonely night when she needed inspiration. and now, having nothing left...
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Friday, May 22, 2009
A Nature's instant
The sun shines and a cool breeze moves the branches of the trees that sway to a primal rhythm of bliss. Birds sing and squirrels scavenge for food, there is life everywhere... swarming, growing, plentiful like the air, children playing and singing crying and fussing... there is beauty and colors, and there is death too... in the leaf that slowly lets go and floats to the ground... and in the ant that meets its demise under a tinny foot. Its a symphony of Nature and the eyes feast on it, for they...
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
I can remember when...
I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so...
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Under Vanilla skies...
I remember dreaming when I was a child dreams that were as innocent as they were wild, in which sometimes I happily played in the shade of trees that danced to the songs of the wind, as the fragrance of mangoes would come in and fade... There... in those dreams under vanilla skies sprinkled in pink, by a strawberry sun that shyly hid from a blue velvety moon that was in love with him, wonderful fantasies invaded my mind when with closed eyes I went to sleep... loosing all track of time, and...
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Monday, May 18, 2009
I will remember what was... I will remember us
The wind pushing the leaves that had fallen to the floor towards a mauve colored sunset... and the cool river's water running so slow as if it did not want to leave us, did not want to go. The trees witnessing our love standing silent where they had always been, their branches moved by that wind making sweet rushing sounds... lulling us to sleep as the clouds dancing in the sky watch us weep- I, I sit here remembering it all with the deafened angst of a submerged anchor that is forced to hear...
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
I wish I could have held his hand
There was a strange old man that I saw in the park every day when my children were little and I took them there to play, just a neighbor... not a friend, that said hello and so long he would ask me about the children,about the health of my Mom, and then would go, on his merry way with his dog. I did not know much about him... though he lived right next door, never went inside his home until the day that he died when I went in to get his dog. Sitting on the kitchen table there was a used white...
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
I knocked at that door...
I knocked at that door once, twice, many times with all the power of my mind, and the strength of my dreams. The door was there, behind the clouds that formed gigantic teddy bears, war ships and clowns. When my heart was glad and when it was sad I knocked at that door, not knowing what for. Deep inside I felt I just had to try so I knocked at that door, and I laughed and I cried. I brought faith, I brought trust. but the door stayed closed. It stood there tall and silent, guarding the treasure...
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