perfume of weathered books brings me back to the soft summer afternoon when you and I used to read by the windowpane that overlooked the garden that we used to tend. I can remember you and I… when you read to me in the cadence of your voice that used to lull me like a gentle lullaby.
l'arôme des vieux livres est le parfum le plus doux et le plus évocateur.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
I have worn a diaphanous gown throughout my life.
I did not feel the weight of the delicate gossamer at first, but then objects began to stick to the material.
I did not notice when it gathered trinkets of
moss and leaves.
Then as the years passed, the gown became heavier.
It collected photographs, letters, and other things I thought I had long forgotten.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
I have tasted sweet waters
with crystalline honey and sugared petals.
I have tasted sour milk that curdles on my tongue,
that leaves me coughing.
I had wandered through the moors of purgatory
with eyes like an empty vase.
Once I found Arcadia,
I looked back.
Because how could I leave it all behind?
It was all I ever known.
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:34 PM UTC
As sweet as summer rain
Elusive like a melody
From a dream.
I waited for you
On the bridge
I thought I heard your voice.
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
Your fingers caressed the keys
like a gentle waltz
I was utterly transfixed
by the way you carried a conversation
I shivered at each note
the melody resonated within
You were telling the piano about me.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC
I hope I do not fade away
like the stars at dawn.
A footprint
left on the desert sand;
a dream that is lost to memory.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Just like the moonflower, I too, wilt at dawn’s first breath.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
What I remembered with vivid clarity were your eyes. One eye represented the emergence of dusk after a magnificent storm, and the other the break of dawn over a tranquil sea.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
The lake donned lily pads like brocade. The gossamer blades of grass sparkled with dew that fell like crystalline tears. Diaphanous clouds drifted lazily across a rose painted sky. The ambience of it all caught my breath. With the steady hum of the cicadas mingled with the resonance of the hummingbird perched on the dogwood tree, I was utterly transfixed.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
I observed outside the windowpane in contemplation while marveling at the nature between the radiant sunray, and the blooming myrtle. My coffee was brewing in the French press I have owned for as long as I could remember. The view of the garden gave me the impression of a pastel dream, a melancholy longing for some forgotten reminiscence.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC