Category: Poetry
The Leftover Pieces
We called our vessel the David Robert Jones. A time of travelling, esoteric and distanced from others. Bodies without borders, boundaries blurred by betrothal. You told me a mariner’s tale of two and their tangible, yet, futile future. Life based on oblique sailing strategies and the fear of seeing a mermaid. Folklore guiding a doomed ship close enough to land,
» Read moreFirst Breath.
DAMASCUS
oI lived in Damascus, and that was wrong. Though it was a gift; I was surely too young, To understand how close windows utter love from beyond dust, Or to own friends everywhere with a simple smile of trust, With men and women at entrances and shy beauty behind windows with curious eyes; Or in indoors shouts of children and
» Read moreWasted Ink.
Rhymes fall cold upon the floor… blind they run beyond my saddened pen to pause, lost upon the page that shuns their touch. Those words, new born unused redundant ink has cast away.
» Read moreReading on a rainy evening
Yellow dull winter days
A Mouse And a House
I so want to live in an old remote house Where my only company, is a small single mouse We could live our lives – just as we please And drink river water and share hunks of cheese. I’d talk to him, telling him about my whole life The good and bad times, the fun and the strife He’d
» Read moreNavigating Puddles
My world is full of puddles Each one a memory that I keep Their water it is very cold Their water is so deep It’s my mind that’s making puddles That lay scattered on the floor I try to navigate around them But my mind keeps making more Should I close my eyes and feel my way And
» Read moreMirrors
inspired by a poem by Jarl Hemmer of Finland The sunshine sea of calmness mirroring the morning sky embalms me as I rise ascending on the rocks embracing this resplendent morning, diving deep into the universe and bathing in the billow blues my thoughts where I just want to swim along into the whiteness of the shining clouds where heaven
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