Thursday, November 25, 2021

Look

What are you looking for when you look at me

For I am your truthful mirror

I I can work for you 

From this wall looking you straight in the face


Look harder my friend 

And I hope most days you are looking for revelation

Rather than reassurance 

But if you seek this I can help you there too


For I have learned that there are so few of us that care

That you really will only seldom need it

Rather spend your time learning to stand up straight 

And judge fair, the things that matter 


I am here for you and all I can do

Is through back the image you are projecting on me

Echo your sounds and reflect your soul 

Until the magical day


The day I will welcome when you will declare 

you need me no more, And whether you break me or not 

I look forwards to seeing you so happy and large

As if you would have swallowed the moon.

Friday, November 19, 2021

Fear

I am not fearless 

I am a fugitive

Having crossed boundaries

In and out of your sight.

Finding the path 

Has not been easy for me

But when has it been

For anybody.

We are wanderers 

Comers and goers

Artist and doers

Haters and lovers ,

all wrapped 

In one package 

Like the one I have left

at the door.

The fear I have left outside

Like a wet cloak

When you invited me in

And now that we sit by the fire

Please pour me some wine

And a story to warm myself

Because I have been cold

With fever and fear for too long


Color

Would you let me know

If you only see in one color 

Or somebody can

Change your lights on occasion

Making you see that you can 

play multiple cards at one time.


And how does it look from your angle

This twilight

Consumed by its own distant fire,

Do you find it satisfying for your soul

at all?


Would you dare tell

what quenches you

As your gaze rests

With the monochromatic

Unique joker card

In your hand


Don’t rush with an answer.

Don’t blush

Or you may turn 

This gray city 

Into a garden

And we will all drawn

In it’s beauty.

Yellow

 The fire was rolling downhill

Over bright yellow bushes, flowers

And acacia trees

Have you noticed

The forest 

In spite of the dust and the smoke?

Flight and Flight

I am here to pay now

For when I was a woman

And used to read books

I must have drank your words

From the pages you wrote 

And painted  on them 

the sounds of your voice

Without declaring complicity.


You have handed me the book

Where I have found beautiful sketches

So I have bought it from you;

Without authorship rights

And yet wrote within it.

Without fully understanding what was meant

I melted and poured my soul

Like a mist to color its background 

I remember some words

Tasted like champagne 

And their bubbles

Gave me all the oxygen

I needed to rise in the air.


I have since learned to fly

And that if you cannot master the winds

You can at least ride them.

I am now free and at times

hover in circles 

Dancing with currents 

Above this dark lake 

You were harboring in your chest

As you were serving champagne


I have sharpened my sight

In my preparing to hunt

The only thing that is worth

Winning

And even though I am hungry

I need first to quench this thirst 

That burns from within

out and wide through the forest.


I often dive towards the lake

And at times all I manage to take

Is a sip of dark water

Then I push back and take it with me 

And brighten it up in the air

All in the open

Sun or cloud


Please tell me, have I been fair

In paying my debt and doing my work

For the sake of the forest

As the thirsty hawk and the small colibri 

Work together to ease the burden of fire 

 With water brought against current 

And gravity on willful winged winds

To our lake  from the sea.






Thursday, November 18, 2021

Life

The long memory of the short lived romans

Casts its shadow upon us

Children of their hopeful future 

Walking on their immortal roads 

We ask today whether 

Killing each other with poisons

And daggers was worth it

A few  days of glory 

When one could have lived long enough

To greet grandchildren 

Rather than eat them

As monsters of time

Eat theirs again and again