Tag Archives: Reflections
Gauze
Alone note struck The last of winter birds sings A piano plays note A grove – suspended silence A rose awaits the end of gauze. … December 28, 2020
Beloved!
Beloved! … Aphrodite leaves the battlefield After devouring her latest lover Not the last by any means But even Goddess of love Needs her rest And beauty sleep. … “Goddesses do not sleep” Interrupted a rude man in the Temple … Continue reading
Cycling to heaven
On the road to the mountain sanctuary I met a priest Or was he a monk? A Buddhist monk guiding a goat Or was it the other way around? Perhaps there were two Perhaps I met two After all I … Continue reading
Long Silent
Long silent I have been silent for long Contemplating Pretending Pretending to contemplate Time Time unmeasured remains in my Soul Silent Long silent Face Appears Appears on the surface of my Conscious Conscious? Am I? For how long? I have … Continue reading
Article: Creativity and Boredom
Recently I had one of those International variations of flu strains that meant I had weeks of being able to do next to nothing. Except, of course, thinking. Prior to this exotic flu strain visit, I was extremely busy with … Continue reading
Perfect week
Perfect week That’s the week I met you Perfect week That’s the week You smiled at me Perfect week That’s the week We kissed First time of many Perfect week That’s the week You told me You loved me Perfect … Continue reading
New Word Fake
A thousand banners fill the street An announcer hails the new era The party is strong The attendance is huge The feelings are positive But … pauses the news carrier to catch her breath The news are fake! A thousand … Continue reading
Sitting
Sitting in his car Waiting Writing his memoir Waiting She is negotiating a deal She is working her magic She is no slave But enslaved by circumstance. Prostituting your Body or Prostituting your Soul fool She would always say When … Continue reading
Drops and nuggets
A chicken piece as a small as a morning drop Drops in muddy flour and rolls He applies another hammer to the stubborn Rock that is wedged in the side Of the short mountain The chicken drop drops in the … Continue reading
Her shirt
I smell the collar of her shirt The morning after Her sweat is sweet The scent of her perfume is fading What remains is memory. October 13, 2017
