Sunday, September 13, 2009
A dream came to me last night
A dream came to me last night, a dream that I did not ask for, a dream of things that cannot be but that in spite of that... were sweet. My mind did not bring me last night to that old familiar place but to new and tender, exciting thoughts of deep brown eyes on a handsome face with lips that I would love to trace softly and deliberately with mine. Strange thing this amazing dream so out of the blue and yet...so good
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
What dreams may come
What dreams may come W hat dreams may come on nights when we await the sun, so tired, so awake, remembering smiles, recalling mistakes, when memories we thought had long been gone return to haunt and make us pay for the arrogance of thinking we could put them away. What dreams may come when on a lonely bed we lay and we close our eyes reluctant to admit we are scared, knowing we are powerless, but still afraid to pray, realizing we are nothing and yet feeling we are there, pons of destiny,...
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
I can not fly
A walk, tranquil, pleasantly numbing, until a falling leaf, golden and ripe, reminds me of you, how you tried to capture its color that day, mixing shades with words...sitting by the bay. The dance of this leaf as it races to the ground, brings me back to that afternoon when we laid on the floor and watch the trees shed their dancing jewels until it got dark. My heart starts to flutter with the thought of you but I do not want to feel, I like being blank, empty, like this paper was before the...
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Monday, September 7, 2009
Who am I?
I am... the one that likes to listen to romantic songs. The one that has live dreams but thinks of dead worlds, and that while opening all the windows has inadvertently closed doors. The one that loves the moon, daisies, ice cream and you, sighs when she sees a sunset, tries too hard to forget and enjoys watching the leaves fall when there is nothing else to do, The one that counts the stars she loves sitting alone in the dark, and walks down the streets dansing to the music of her heart. The...
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Questions
W here would the sea go without a shore to come home to? The mighty sea, what would it do with its miles and miles of clear blue water, rushing endlessly towards that strip of sand, to meet its destiny, to meet its land, if it were to realize that there is nothing there, nothing to find? Where would the sun rays go without a meadow to shine upon? The all powerful sun, with all its colors, brightness and warmth, what would it do without the world, with no soft skins to tan, no flowers to help...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Nothing will be the same
T he sun will rise tomorrow making everything shine with its light and later, when you go to sleep the moon will be up there again like every other night. Lovers will kiss and make promises they cannot keep, and there will be tears when they make up and accept what is. Somewhere there will be war and somewhere else there'll be peace. Babies will be born and life will change, or not, there will be work and play, dreams and home. I will go on living you will too. The world will keep on turning and...
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Thoughts of jasmin
T he sweet smell of the early morning air laden with jasmine scents, softly reminded me I was there and invading my senses stripped my soul bare of the tiredness and stiffness of the city where I'd dwelled. I remembered that place. Every childhood morning I had woken up to its music, to mockingbirds singing praise, to the hush of the wind rushing through the cornfields, and to that limpid blue sky which sight made even the weeping willows smile. I was very little, but I remembered well the...
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
The leaf
A leaf floats slowly, in the warm sunset glow, falling ever so gently towards the wet, fertile soil, and as it drifts down, it turns gracefully in the breeze, dancing around to the music of the waves braking on the reef. Once green, now gold,. it flutters about as do my hopes. I, as this leaf, drift along, spinning always in a downwards slope, all the while dancing with fate, believing without knowing, loving, without hate leaving dreams above me as I dive into the world, looking, searching, but...
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Friday, August 28, 2009
Here in the hollow of my hand
Here in the hollow of my hand right in the center of its palm I hold a drop of water, old and sad. It could have been present when the melting of the ice cap or dug up long ago, from deep inside the earth and have been all this time resting in a well Perhaps it could have been part of ancient rains or the only survivor of a river running free that dried up way back when. It is so perfect, so round, so wet It could be dew, or a tear, or sweat... but this drop of water laying here in the center of...
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Wednesday, August 26, 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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Monday, August 24, 2009
She remembered...
A wrinkled paper she found that still smelled like him, tucked under the window seat in the drawing room. Vivid color strokes traced around a gray sketch of a female form. A soft silhouette of an image torn from the middle of a dream long gone. She tried to remember... Memories from past afternoons rushed into her mind as if suddenly she could ignore the passage of time and she saw herself, sitting by the window pane, very still, not moving at all her eyes wondering through the glass her breath...
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
I will be the one you never knew
Y ou don't really know me, but how I love to read your words. They come alive and seduce me, dance in front of me like fire, like a wind that speaks softly in my ear the secrets of the world. Your every word...every thought, is poetry, Like wine, I only desire more of you with each sip. You have become my world.. your skin, the earth.... your thoughts, the seasons..... your eyes, the heavens, it is in you that I feel alive. So write, write my love, and as you do, I will be the one you never knew
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Friday, August 21, 2009
That night...
N ever have I felt so intensely the passage of time as that night when you slowly, secretly took all the dreams that were mine and made them come true incredibly... ever so slowly, making me sigh as clouds covered the stars in the night sky Never were you more tranquil or more impatient than that night the night when we dreamed what could not be, when we illuminated the dark and ignored our doubts, when your hands explored my nakedness as if they knew every route as if your fingers had created...
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Ripe mangoe scented dream
I closed my eyes as I heard loud thunder, and suddenly I felt a soft summer breeze, perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combing through my hair, so strong and sweet that I could taste it, feel it, drenching my soul, making me dizzy, pulling me apart, melting every bit of my heart, until all of me had dissolved into its warmth. Thunder made everything tremble again, and lighting illuminated the darkness that had obscured the sun. The storm had arrived, but I felt safe.... one with that...
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
and at night
T he sounds of night in the hospital ward are nothing like those I've heard before and as I lay awake while all others try to sleep in the emptiness of my transparent room I seem to detect the noises of those that are no more, their sighs and sobs, their laughs, their screams.. float in the air within my glass confine and as the nurse in front of me checks her watch for the time unaware of what goes on all around, the sad presences that everywhere abound cross the boundaries of time and come to...
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Waking up
I open my eyes and allow my mind to fill with the softness and harshness of all that there is capturing the beauty of the simplest things... so easily, so simply as if all I had to do to see their shine were to breathe deeply, and become them one by one. The fact that I don't know exactly where I am or why this intense pain stabs my back everytime I move, seems somehow to be irrelevant, it gets lost in the chemical euphoria of the morphine drip and as I watch the rain through the crying glass of...
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thanks :-)
Hey guys... Thank you for all the good wishes and prayers... They are working! and I am getting better all the time. The operation was spinal surgery and as you know it takes a while to recover... but thankfully everything went well. I miss writing so much, and I miss yo guys even more... but they do not let me type, ( as it is now I had to bribe my daughter to bring me the lap top and let me use it for a few minutes) but not to worry... I will get back to reading your wonderful poems again very...
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Dear Friends
I am going to have surgery in a few hours... Probably will be gone a couple of days. I will miss you all. Pray for me xoxoxo
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I want
I want... the glow of this sunset to drench my veins with the golden warmth that from it emanates. I want that very first kiss back so that I can feel what I then felt. I want the earth to move, my body to vibrate everything to tell me to melt, I want to linger by the shore of that lake with closed eyes, sitting in the hood of your car, next to you, and just fly, I want to watch the full moon in the sky shine forgetting about everything else, even time. I want to talk in the phone for hours on...
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
After
A fter the night the sun rises and with infinite shades subtle but vibrant, colors the sky that seemed so dark before, and the stars all go to sleep, taking with them the wishes of thousands of lovers, wishes that now, in the light of a new day, appear more distant, farther away. After the storm, when the wind takes away the rain, and a peaceful silence takes over, everything sparkles, the flowers, the leaves, Life is renewed by the tiny drops of water that reflect the light, which just minutes...
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