Archive for the month “June, 2013”

BEATING (Sunday, June 30, 2013)

It was so weak
A dim light almost unnoticeable
A drop of water polluted with
Tarry summer afternoons
With the shadow of dark wings of fear
The crushing guilt of giving ups and
Boredom of plastic days

Now nurtured by the Resistance
The innocent eyes and
Big hearts
By tears and blood
It winds its way up
Into every single cell in this tired body
Pounding as it marches and
Glowing what it touches

The Life is back.

LIFTING THE LAYERS (Saturday, June 29, 2013)

Gregorian chanting silenced
In the heat of non-belief
Words numbed in dark corners
The alley smells of blood and sweat
The ground resonates with the bells

Yes, I’m here
Right here
In the center of the whirling abyss
Standing still
In peace.

SUMMARY OF TODAY (Friday, June 28, 2013)

Delayed adrenaline surge








CONSCIOUS (Thursday, June 27, 2013)

The little pieces of paper I’ve collected in years
Torn hastily from whatever at hand
A newspaper
A notebook checkered or plain
Folded into two maybe four
Mostly yellowed
Ink dissolved in some

All are

THAT I DID (Wednesday, June 26, 2013)

Too busy a day was today
I received many requests
None I could turn down
I knew they would not mind to wait
Not even a hint of the flutter of joy
Or the claws of the unknown

I was punctual at the meeting point
They all were ready
Glancing at my feet
No, not afraid that I could sense
The leaves shimmered
A roof afar blazed
The crow cried:
The time has come!

I kneeled down
Held them like a piece of fine crystal
Turned each upside down and
Placed gently on the grass
For as long as they wished

The turtles were happy.

YEP! (Tuesday, June 25, 2013)

A rainy night
Streets deserted
Dogs under a roof
I hopped over the puddles
Stepping on faces from the past

Nobody saw
Nobody heard a thing.

SWEET SWINGING (Monday, June 24, 2013)

I washed the moments
And went out for the day

They will soon dry with the summer breeze
Be ready to pick from the clothes-line
I will smooth each one with my hands
Maybe smile to somebody I have never known
While smelling in my childhood dreams.

HEY! I NEED TO TELL THIS! (Sunday, June 23, 2013)

While I was walking down the street
I stopped suddenly
In the middle of the road
A quiet Sunday afternoon
No cars hurrying for work
Or speeding after happy hour with friends

I looked around behind dark glasses and
Under the straw wide brimmed hat
The assistant boy of the new market was busy
Carrying boxes of grocery inside
He stood still for a second of two
Rubbing his low back
Glimpsed at this ‘’sun-afraid’’ tiny lady
I bet I saw a crooked smile on his face
Before he disappeared behind the blue-framed glass door

Well, I can’t say I was disturbed by his presence
But better to be alone and do
What I felt I had to do

I took the backpack down and searched the bottom
There it was
Hiding under my makeup case
Yet solid
Irregularly irregular with
Pits and bumps
Deep creases like a forest path twisting up
My fingerprints and those of others I know well
Vaguely or
Not at all
The oily layer of loutish touches
Of sour sweat
And nauseating inertia

I pulled it out
Grabbed firmly in my palm
The stray dogs were playing by the market
Three of them
All big
Black faced against stone-colored bodies
I narrowed one eye and bit my tongue
As I raised my arm
They stopped full alert
First the thinnest ran
Soon the other two joined him

A new game started
Biting and
Running after
Your image I had molded with my love
Once upon a time.

LEAVING (Saturday, June 22, 2013)

‘’Let me go’’
Said the woman

‘’The morning is crumpled
Breaths are suspended
Like a thick crust over the Valley
I had a hard time to silence my Heart
As I set it free to sail on the grape leaf
Down the purple hill
Wrapped in a long-forgotten lullaby
I sang softly

Just a few minutes to watch and absorb
The water drops on my fingertips
Each shining like diamonds
On the Crown of the Blues Lady

I will be gone’’.

WHAT REMAINS (Friday, June 21, 2013)

A good possibility that
I was totally disillusioned
Looking at you with the eyes of a kid
Fallen in mud
And stepped over many times

The heavy stench settled in the dark alley
Has already dissolved in streamlets

What remains of you is
The somewhat astringent taste
In my mouth
That will go away
Once I spit out!

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