Leaving behind history
Memories unrelated
Boxes of collected waste land
I travel light into
Oblivion.
Cornerstones once
Crumbled dust today
Forgotten collective
Remains a crack into
The soul.
Lessons or stories
Mythical or reality
History falls behind
Neatly into tidy boxes of
Oblivion.
Next exit of
The roundabout
A repeated
History
Chasing us
Behind!
November 17, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
Three more lines she said
Then it’s your favorite dinner
I draw butterfly instead.
November 13, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
Broken words as she
Speaks , syllables stumble unsteady
On her lips lost.
Long ward and I am
Waiting for her arrival like
The last syllable
She spoke in silence
Locking into my eyes memories
With a syllable
Love.
October 23-24, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
Early hours of the morning and
The ceiling is staring at me
Daring me to sleep
The fainting mental drawing
On the ceiling face is dissolving
Slowly and keeps me awake
The fear of forgetting, of
Letting go and there
It goes!
Early hours of the morning and
My eyes refuse to obey me
Sleep leaves disappointed and neglected
And I remain in the grips of the ceiling’s
Stares with my yawns for lonely company!
Still awake!
October 17, 2021
© 2021 Alain de Sade
Rained today tears
Over a washed up body from
The last attempt to board
The ship of the living to
The other side land!
Rained today and
A child came out to play
A memory in few years
But today it is full of tears
Rained today gone.
September 14, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
I keep forgetting
I forget to write
I forget to eat
I forget that
I forgot and
Keep on forgetting
They say it’s
Old age
How old do you have to be
To be old
I forgot
How old was my grandfather
When he died!
He was old
Definitely old but
Full of youth!
A youthful memory in
My old age.
How old do you have to be
To be old
I forgot.
September 13, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
A note left
Under a fridge magnet
From a child
About her mother’s birthday
Reminds me
Of another
Not long ago
Reminder
Under a fridge magnet
About seeing our
Yet unborn baby on a screen
About expected birthday
To come.
A note left
Under a fridge magnet
Reminds me
Of the beauty
In the moment lived
And life is
A string of moments
When the heart
Is touched.
A note left
Under a fridge magnet
A reminder to smile!
September 5, 2021
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© 2021 Alain de Sade
Autumn is my favorite season
Calm and sad
Subdued like the day I was born
Silence overshadowed the small
Apartment in the modern hive,
Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth in a shower that
Never started that day
Mother was standing and
I was in hurry to
Leave!
Always in hurry but then
Spent life wishing to
Go back to
Where
There is no return.
Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth to me, an
Autumn flower subdued
Like the day I was born.
Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay behind to
Give birth with
Tears,
Laughters,
Cries of pain and joy
Like an
Autumn wind subdued.
Bees leave early for their honey
Queen bees stay and give birth
Alone;
Autumn flower subdued.
September 4, 2021
© 2021 Alain de Sade
Her electronic teddy bear floods
The screen with hearts
The heart-shaped bubbles explodes
Into kisses
The whole screen becomes
A cartoon scene
The little girl laughs
She giggles
With red cheeks
Her mother sounds
The last call
Bedtime … bedtime
The playful girl resists
She loves Skyping late
We negotiate
I promise another Skyping late next night
And order is restored
I hear her mother’s heavy breathing
Between wondering and grateful
Unspoken words understood
Until next time
The little girl sleeps
With a smile on her face.
Skyping late is her favorite mischief
The innocent angel.
….
April 11, 2021
© 2021 Alain de Sade
They say
First love can never
Be forgotten
I don’t know
Who are they
But her face
Is always there
In front of my sleepy eyes opening
The door of dreams
Her face is there
In the morning mist welcoming me
To a new day
Her face is there
In its teenage youth
I still remember and long.
….
April 10, 2021
© 2021 Alain de Sade
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