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Archive for the month “February, 2013”

GOOD-MORNING MY SELF (Thursday, February 28, 2013)

Vanilla scent on my fingers
Coffee taste in my mouth

There must be a building on fire
Multi-story
Indeed tall
Standing all by itself in the steppes
And a tired old man rowing his boat
On its glass panes.

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SHORT EXCURSION TO WORK (Wednesday, February 27, 2013)

Hello
I said to the wooden bridge
Stepped on it carefully
As if a field of flowers

I waved to the rectangular stone
By the path to the hospital complex
And touched it
As if a butterfly’s wing

Good morning
I cheered to the acacia tree
She bent her branches
As if greeting me

A new day has begun.

YOU (Tuesday, February 26, 2013)

A book on the shelf:
Tao Te Ching
A pink rose
Dried between the pages
Your looks
Your smile
On the petals.

DELUSIONS OF THE MIND (Monday, February 25, 2013)

The cage is the same
But it does not hurt much
Maybe that’s because I don’t look around anymore
No crack to widen
No ground to dig with my nails
To dig out
Out to the blue sky where
The jetliner’s tail has dispersed somewhat
An unskilled drawing of the lightning and
The sun is veiled

The multi-story building is on fire
Every morning

Acceptance of being defeated.

I HEAR IT’S COMING (Sunday, February 24, 2013)

Spring is coming
I can hear the drums across the valley
Fanfare echoes over the hills
Slow
Steady
Steps
Resonate with the soil
The buds shiver in a skipped heartbeat
Little and big pebbles shine in the streambed
Waiting for a smile
And delicate hands to pick them up
Turn around
Caress with loving looks
Maybe a kiss
Who knows?
Waiting to be polished
Decorated with a heart-shape in gold
Or a helix
A cross
Blue or green gem in the middle
Like an eye wide open to the ocean depths
But most probably
Bearing the symbol of eternity

A grain of sand in the universe
The Earth is.

HOLD MY HAND (Saturday, February 23, 2013)

I love you
Whispered the old man

His looks swept past the garden
Dense gray clouds in the west
Shadowed the hills and the prairie
People still asleep in cozy beds
Alone
Or lonely together

Two dogs are running happily
Playing on wet grass

The playground is empty.

WHAT HAPPENED REALLY? (Friday, February 22, 2013)

I held his hand and
Kissed his eyes

Meanwhile
The red ball hopped down the stairs
Passed through the door
Danced on the cobblestone pavement
With joy
Then
Continued its way
To the old wharf

Now resting in the arms of the waves
Clean
And
Shining.

SILENCED (Thursday, February 21, 2013)

The magic is not in words
Not in thoughts
Or a beautiful melody
From deep Ocean

Hushhhh…

Let the moment speak
For itself.

THE WINDOW WOMAN (Wednesday, February 20, 2013)

A small window by the busy street
Raindrops tap a long lost melody:
‘’All gone by
All swept away
Sleep my Love
Sleep
In the un-blossomed rosebud”

A life in each drop
A story
Waiting
To be told.

I HEAR MY NAME CALLING (Tuesday, February 19, 2013)

A voice calls my name
From behind the barren mountains
Across the blue ocean
Deep in the canyons
Top of the white-crowned peaks

Audible
Clear
Unconstrained
Free of fear
Free of doubt

My name undulates
Embraces the dark forest
Echoes in the dark galleries underground
Splashes on the silver beach and
Sleeps
Under
Moonlight.

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