directions
I twist my brain in different directions, an attempt to make sense of the tragedy that befell upon you, upon us. A rope, already twisted and tangled, a feat to straighten it out that you also took onto your shoulders, when they were already bearing the weight of your own world. In a moment, you were gone. Spirited away into another dimension, occupying the space that Mother universe has provided y...
Tuesday 1st March 2022 5:19 pm
“The Man and The Whisper”
Fear,
Doubt,
Worry,
What if…,
Unknowing,
Restlessness,
The haunting past,
The heart of anxiety,
The present limitations,
The lack of belief in myself,
Uncertainty of knowing myself,
These are the lions in my den,
The lighting and thunder in my storm,
The dark walls enclosing on my shoulders,
The waves that are ready to pummel me in my ocean of lif...
Thursday 14th June 2018 3:38 am
Humming bird
Humming bird, buzzing bird
flying high, oh so absurd.
how i wish i flew to see the forming dew
then left another morning new.
there will be room for you.
on the star we'll fly so high
over, under, in the sky.
singing fairies lulabies.
watching rolling tides.
flying slow flying low,
over swaying medows
seeking stars that glow,
then going home.
T...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 4:07 pm
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pu...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
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