no one has arrived
perhaps the poets lost their way
their language runs in the sea
June 13, 2014
February 1, 2014
Private Rendezvous
The past approaches you.
a magical albatross gently descends and wraps its wings around you;
and gathers you in like one of its young.
you fly together along the winding coast that shifts between white and blue...
you both alight painlessly in the path of the ancients that stand like angels upon the road.
But loud voices suddenly wake you:
what are you doing here, have you home or family?
you realize that you were dreaming.
I have a splendid dream that precedes poetry,
as if a kiss were the private rendezvous...
January 13, 2014
Deep Blue Sea
I went to the sea, although I didn't know how to swim
I walked and walked far into the sea
then, I started sinking...
everything fell in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.
linking to creative challenge
January 10, 2014
January 6, 2014
I Dreamed A Dream
Romeo: I dreamed a dream last night.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
― William Shakespeare
December 27, 2013
December 12, 2013
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