While four hauled on ropes
with all their might to heave
the vessel the rest of us pushed
as hard as we could for her to slip,
over rolling wood stems of nearby
centenary trees, cylinder boles cut
collected and … CONTINUE READING »
Drowning hours
Enticing transparency of glass, crafted
sand shaping figure, wide cavity craving
to be filled allowing, oxidation melding
to capture oxygen emanate aromas,
inebriating flavours held by opaque
long stems impeding my consideration, I want
I do not, an automated old … CONTINUE READING »
And yet she moves
And yet she moves, silently,
spinning and swirling endlessly
revolving, around a rousing star,
elegant ballet stealing radiance
indulging in warmth, in glacial
space unfathomable sphere
of incandescence, fluid rubicund
lava leisurely turning into blue
water, mystifying evolution
randomly combining … CONTINUE READING »
Loving Lufu
As Earth spun to unfold a kind
creating sounds it calls upon
to express a thought a feeling
a sensation it barely comprehends,
life at the remnants of the core
of what once was a unique land
named Pangea evolved,… CONTINUE READING »
It’s been too long
It’s been three months since I last,
And I thought I wouldn’t mind, I sufficed
My hands engaging, writing delicate words
Overwhelming spirit only craving,
Transcendence of my thoughts
To the esoteric demesne of the unknown.
Yet I now find … CONTINUE READING »
Road trip anecdote
Leaving the highway for the curvy rural lane
Moonless pitch-black night returning
From Rome to the heart of its green belt.
Where the countryside seduces farmers
With shiny nuggets on primeval trees,
Mediterranean gold, liquid olives
To be harvested and … CONTINUE READING »
Bathed in ignorantia
They run down corridors, penetrate
Eardrums, tympanic membranes vibrating
Sounds of whispered ignorantia, injected
In minds, spewed out of unclosing mouths.
Actively engaged in spreading the word,
As meticulous news reporters committed
To divulge, unfounded information, undercover
Agents passing off … CONTINUE READING »
I remember you forgot
A Persian game I used to play
with my mother when I was
nothing but a child fighting over
who would break, the wishbone.
‘I remember you forgot’ she exclaimed
as she handed something to me and I’d forget
to … CONTINUE READING »
Dēmokratia Democracia
When demos loses kratia
our Greek fathers shake,
their heads in disapproval
unbelieving two millennia,
myriads of wars and corpses
abused, burned, bombed,
imprisoned and enslaved,
did not suffice to effectively mutate,
a thought into a fact.
Establishing governments supposed… CONTINUE READING »
Ivory box
Heavy eyelids struggling to remain
Open, while as quilts they prepare
To shelter drying miotic pupils,
Grand drapes shutting before the stage
Of reality.
A tarnishing moon mists the mind
Attempting to try, to content temperamental
Will, keeper of infantile … CONTINUE READING »