Skyping late

Posted on April 11, 2021 by alaindesade

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

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Her face

Posted on April 10, 2021 by alaindesade

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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Breathing slowly

Posted on April 9, 2021 by alaindesade

It has been a difficult week

A long run

Between prickly days

The running never stops

The prickles hurt

Each day chocks alone

With needless holes

Of lost memory

The running never stops

The breathing is hard

Is rapid

Is trembling, trampling and tumbling

The lone medic left from

The era of depression haplessly

Is begging

To breathe slowly

To hold life in each breath

Breathing slowly

Is a failure in being

The pages of the notebook scatter

Into the wind

Of a last breath.

….

April 9, 2021

© 2021 Alain de Sade

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Pages cut

Posted on January 28, 2021 by alaindesade 

In memory there is a time
When books came in folded sheets 
The excitement of cutting the pages
Of a new book
Of a new adventure 
For a child 
Now grown up
And breaking bonds.

January 20, 2021

New project: Love Notes

Second chapter’s synopsis: Love Notes – Chapter 2

© 2021 Alain de Sade

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The deflowering of a flower

Posted on January 28, 2021 by alaindesade 

Love me 
Love me not
Each petal plucked 
For the joy of
Uncertain heart.

January 19, 2021

New project: Love Notes

First chapter’s synopsis: Love Notes – Chapter 1

© 2021 Alain de Sade

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Itinerant labor

Posted on January 27, 2021 by alaindesade 
A whirlpool has taken the child
Another ship sinks in the pacific 
A soul is lost to itinerant labor
A heartless mother, could it be?
An absent father, could it be?
Is hunger or desire the cause 
Unseen in day light but harbor 
Inside wild souls wonder
The beaches, open today but 
No takers, wondering souls wait
Another chance to catch the whirlpool.
January 27, 2021
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Obeisance

Posted on January 26, 2021 by alaindesade 
Before the glory 
Bowing heads in submission 
Obeisance offered
Obeisance is recognized 
Before the glory I see

Bowing heads in tears
A thousand soul released 
From the chains of now
Returning home humbled
Obeisance offered in silence.
January 26, 2021
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Snowed today!

Posted on January 24, 2021 by alaindesade 

Bicycle ends here
Ducklings skid on frozen lake
Snow sleeps on trees happy.
January 24, 2021
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Wondering souls

Posted on January 23, 2021 by alaindesade 

In the darkness of
Yesterday wonder the souls gone
Flowers grow on the cliffs.
January 23, 2021
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Pebbles

Posted on January 21, 2021 by alaindesade 

Small feet run over the
Pebbles scattered across the ocean
Coast line draws the line. 

Between life and death
Pebbles hold the names, the souls
Salty waters and dry lands. 

Tears on the cheeks gone
Pebbles scattered memories 
Small feet run the line.
January  21, 2021
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