I follow the smoke unaware Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts … or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders Autumn is almost death There comes winter and the heavy blackness … or not —I hope for snow and solar storms frosted…
Category: Poetry
Amelia thanks joy — Amelia thanks depression
Amelia contemplated the layers of a day to be thankful. Joy, she thanked: Today I thought of you maybe I longed the idea of you certainly I missed a smile that once made me believe in eternity that messy…
Pervasive fireplace
You are all fired up sending flames of distress instead of cozy warmness I question you Why not colour this night with dancing sparkles? Why not share your radiant warmness? Why not show a smoky smile? You answer in ardent movements consuming news in abrasive outbursts…
Colourful freshness: life food
Today at the dVerse | Poets Pub, Abhra asked two interesting questions: 1) Do you feel that your food, in some way or other, defines you? 2) can we use food as metaphor? Read more at Poetics : Food for thought. Colourful freshness: life food I stare at your half…
Amelia wrote a list
How? Video He Guitar Pink Floyd –archive Tattoo He Phone Pills –attenuate Photo She Mirror Voices –fade away Wish? Rose He Candles Breakfast kiss –frame Wine He Passion Midsummer indulgence –preserve Sculpture She Wings Twilight ephemerality –save You? You He Face Man –contemplate He? You? Ghost Others –observe Amelia…
News of the day
October 22 11:53 Oslo 2014 I wait for you at the fountain across the theatre A street-violinist plays “Cielito Lindo” I can’t but think about forty three Mexican students missing in Guerrero thousands of deaths –the North America drug war a world…
I will fall again
I fall under the influence of the blues beats and sounds this silence and that elusive sharp note I wait until you feel as I do until you observe rhythms in the moon until my hand is held by yours We dance at…
The poetry of the untold
Almost forgotten Waves hitting the corner of your eye Words refusing to leave your muted lips A touch you take for granted Every day Each morning Thru the whole night Ephemeral Sounds silenced by the background noise by that noise –reminder of the relevant…
The refusal (PrimeNoPo version)
Today at dVerse we are combining mathematics and poetry, as it is done in the OULIPO form (Ouvroir de Litterature Potentielle) introduced in 1960 by French mathematician Francois de Lionnais and writer Raymond Queneau. The OULIPO is a playful form in which one takes an existing poem an exchanges each…
Personal mythology
He felt lost , lonely, tired Life was not what he dreamed of Past told a broken story Dreams were wrong Present hurtful A man stops believing in the gods that failed him A man forgets the gods who forgot him NO MORE RITUALS! (… without…