shivering candles
on a yellow brick road,
silently taken,
one by one,
by a grasping darkness.
shallow life.
the weight
of pebbles
left still,
no depth into light.
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
the sky is
dark night blue.
in a goldenish crescent
moon way,
a Cheshire cat laughs
at the waltz.
one, two, one, two,
the ticking of time,
thin breaking ice.
starless sky.
one, for no more.
two, what trees
stand for.
one, two.
silence fall,
tightening.
could have danced
all night,
charmed
by a blue,
dark night.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 7:54 PM UTC
the dead tree
roots
birds' songs.
witch crafted
branches,
freezing
a slow motion
of a curling.
who knows...
hearted old ones
also bear
light weighted
memories
of love,
in rooted wings.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
you
won't be home
for christmas
nor you will
any other day.
a fireplace
on hold,
awaiting,
for a bard's song.
chords of a time
of horizons
of birds and trees standing
of walks and houses in ruins
of wishes offered away.
reminiscent.
lingering.
even if you will not.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
dystopian land,
the kingdom
of selffullness service,
the place
to grow
heroic egos
or
cursings
on regrets.
service
by one's pleasure.
instantaneous and soluble,
for reality dissolution.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
Dawn,
birthing the world.
Light and dark,
the color hue
- hills and plains,
trees and gardens
and roads and country roads
and old cored places
and not so old ones.
Breeze,
warmness,
cold,
shivers
and melancholy.
Just it all.
Inhaling it.
Figuring it
as a last sight,
exhaling.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
night fell,
clouds
crowding
a tumultuous sky.
in the darkening far,
houses alight into homes.
near, top of the hill,
bells await
enrobed
in the lit silence
of the tower,
lighthouse
in a darkening dark.
time
will pass by,
hurrying,
carried by the
echoed ringing
into a dissipated horizon.
far, far,
the stroke,
the echo,
reverberations
cradling
some melody
on loneliness.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
birds.
remember?,
drawing them
against white skies,
two lines
graffited,
an awe
to the kids we were...?
i really
love birds,
their chirping a
winged colourway.
early morning,
a robin,
dark orange chest,
dead,
laying there,
on the door step.
i never remember
that birds do die
and their flight.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
words like
whispers,
wondering
hawlings
in the corners
of houses in ruins.
words
like whispers,
the turmoil
of an aphasia.
inner-body
experience.
slow motion.
whispers.
fireflies
blown out
by nightly fingertips.
knowing not
how to unknow.
words like
whispers.
words
silently shouting
in turmoil.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
All is nothing,
we all come to know it,
hélas.
Truly hellish
when a nothing
becomes everything
in its senseless
wholeness,
the wave's,
splashing.
Emptiness,
though,
sandy like,
in and out.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC