Sunday, April 29, 2012

words of music glued to me

I am wearing the words of music
notes reverberate in my mind
screen doors watch silently
I throw the wilted flowers
on the earthy ground
someone will come and pick up those
scents of elusive nostalgia will assail him
giving rise to a storm.
that storm which you left behind
along with that felted quilt
I lie on it once in a while but it has no warmth
you took that with you
leaving the notes of music
wrapped in my body for eternity

drowning words

image by Manu Pombrol
eyes fixed on the book
I sit in bottled sea
reminiscing about squandered time
green moss follows me
creating a stormy lane in the confined space
if it had been a pewter container
I would have hidden from your prying eyes
but now I am in an intractable alley
elusive in my indignity;
flocks of thoughts chase me,
beating on the walls of my mind

"I am forced to accommodated my naked being, 
don't you dare comment on it."


Writing after three weeks. I am just happy to be able to do so. For now.

Sunday, April 08, 2012


buried in the yolk
my marrow soaks in blood.
in the staggering dusk,
I come out of the broken shell.
songs of the clouds
lead me to my mate;
a story of sorrows
untold yet known.

"how do I break free of that addiction to my destiny?
puppy looks on piteously, a treat for it"


It has been three weeks since I posted anything here. My muse seems to have totally disappeared.