translucency

Soap skids on damp skin
I slowly watch its descent
the lather too in its wake
I see a bubble form
I wish to blow it away
the translucency of the skin beckons me
(no, it is not narcissism)
I am incensed with that very thought

"when you pour water on yourself, I almost die"

prickly pines

scented leaves of pine
make me pine for you
thorny needles prick me
that droplet of blood 
is it an omen?
I believe it isn't 
red clay of the earth 
has another story to tell
hush little baby, don't you cry
this isn't goodbye, this isn't goodbye
in orange-grey light, dews do sign bright

"pining pines shed their needles, 
pricking me again and again"

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Well, I can post NOW but seem to have lost  a post and lots of comments! Maybe we should all move to wordpress!! It has been going on for the last 30 hours or so. Maybe someone sabotaged it.

MASS EXODUS!!! 

when did I forget?

how about I quit everything
go in a tangential path

where sky has a velvet feel
earth shakes out all my fears

in the crescent of your eyes
I find a path in tiny crinkles

my oldest pair of jeans can still walk
I forget tatters all over again

"a quiet observation, reflects so much"

add some more

I brandish my own lines
(those patches don't match)
I strike a few
add some more
the page looks like battlefield
yet no one is killed
only words seem to lay low
but I forbid their demise
they can only rejuvenate
and I can still manage to ask,
why a cento, and not a canto?

"sticky patches never did any of us any good"

beguiling time

time beguiles, I give in to it
the tiny birds sit on my hand
chirpy faces stare at me
I can't confront 
what I don't comprehend
two difference life forces
merge into each other

"when did I turn to stone?"

let it be forever

tiny shaking shakes me out
the capsules on the floor tell me a tale
she who is ramrod straight
despairs in the midst

I sit with her on the floor
embrace her to me
she gives in
but only for a while

her voices soothes me
her arms hold me
she is again the strong mother
I am again the daughter

"forever, let it be forever, 
although that isn't enough either"

musically yours

that elegant singer had created chemistry
he was enjoying the interlude
loud music with no substance was more his style
soothing notes were for weaklings
shadows on the walls appeared so normal
were his thoughts grotesque
pyramids over pyramids of it?
his work was all done

"when the opera started again,
he daydreamed some more"

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I edited the following heavily:
pyramid of dreams

thin divide

we left the turrets and domes

embraced this small wooden hut

you, my child, don't know it yet

that jitter I used to feel,

a mansion is not for me

I feel grace in the open vastness

waste land for some

when you climb that mountain

you will know about that thin divide

"grasses may lie low

our heads are held high

a blunt speech as any"

demolition

Picture Credit: Rosa Frei

in gaps
you create fences
where none existed
who am I to voice it aloud
I will jump right into it
stand in the midst
speak all I need to

"borders are so passe"