Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Aug 23rd, 2009 2 Comments »
As I would keep my path
clear
of grass growths.
I will find a way
leaving a trail.
And watch
the sky touching earth.
The feathered wings
of my angel
on the horizon.
I hope.
I would keep my footsteps
slow.
To observe
some familiar things.
I used to see
in my many quiet mornings
in the clearing.
I would follow
the sun beams.
Over the veil
of the fog.
As it lingers
above the field
of windflowers.
I will gather [...]
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Posted in Literature on Jun 28th, 2009 4 Comments »
you reposed-
contoured in a shape
formed ridges,
dividing horizon.
my fingers were
clothespins.
my legs were
propping
while you stretched
receiving weight
some wet linen
hung, to dry
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Posted in Literature on Jun 24th, 2009 6 Comments »
Today, he waits
at the station, searching through
the window panes. And soon
he’ll run along, chasing
shadows to his past.
The train became a home
to a lover. A wanderer of days-
exiled to traveling distances.
An evacuee amidst
the maze of constant strangers.
A thought, he is keeping-
of a woman he lost.
That last glimpse returning,
as she boarded a train-
happily blew him a kiss.
But [...]
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