Barbara

Barbara Apr 2021

Pain

My pain is clay,
and I transform it
into a living flower.
For you.

Barbara Apr 2021

If a seed crossed
your nocturnal eyes
now
it would look in vain
for a womb
to grow

Barbara Apr 2021

Wind

Like a spider
the wind
weaves
the web
of air.

Barbara Apr 2021

I can not understand.
Someone ploughs the land,
others
throw hatred on it.
Like water.

Barbara Apr 2021

Among so many noises
I prefer
the sound of the petal
caressing the earth.

Barbara Apr 2021

The sky today stretches lazily
between pillows of soft clouds.
Sleep, and forget the stubborn bits of storm
in your eyes.

Barbara Apr 2021

Winter flower,
jealous secret of the earth,
holes the soul of the world
and smile
with the frozen petals of love.