This town is wrong

This town is wrong

even its trees hang upside down

From the blue canvas above

And the streets lead nowhere

Sweaty and confused by the heat.

Nothing shall change

Unless you decide to step up

To try and rotate the canvas

At least by a few degrees

And teach some of the green.

Then somebody else will

Take a turn and move

The painting again to the right,

to remedy the situation we are in

People, beasts,and innocent trees

Lake encounters at sunset

 

I went to the lake for a dip

And the lake looked at me

Sticking its neck out with the turtles

I launched for a swim

And the lake touched me

Sideways with fins and tails

And if I turned my back

The sky looked at me

Blushing, through a fish lens

Found my footing through

The shifting sands

Got out peaceful and strong

And gave him my thanks

in the lowcountry

The fish jumped as if

Breaking the Olympic record

Was truly in sight

The little blue bird flew by

To inquire what was for dinner;

All this under the oversight

Of the old blue heron

Who was debating whether

sparing his efforts was worth it,

Or maybe he was just taking a nap.

swimming at sunset

 At first i have tried

to push the sunset away with my arms

and hang on to the daylight

even if all i could catch was its glimmer

in a mirror of water.

i watched as the mist was lifting 

the light from the flat level

I swam at, towards night.

But when i thought it was time to give up

the nEighbors switched on their light

and light was coming at me

from all directions, making connections

to a future that insisted

on being one way or another 

warm and still bright,

the mind as a river, or rock

 sometimes your mind is a rock

sometimes is a river

And i do not know if the river 

has shaped the rock;

or whether the rock has distracted the river

but what i know is that

i will stand with you

whether your mind stays strong as a rock

or flows with the river.

Message to a daughter

We come from a country of strong women

we have stored in our genes 

messages from the times of not forgotten wars

that if we can keep the house running

when the men are not home

we can keep the house running 

at all times.

Not that we want to be alone,

our loving hearts long to stay soft

and we cry at weddings and funerals.

Even when we are not close to each other

our shoulders are strengthened 

by the hugs of a circle of women

dancing with decisive steps

forwards and back when it's needed,

knowing that we will likely come back.

Walk in grace my daughter

this is my message of love,

knowing that you too can

carry the fire and water of life

seeking always the path towards light.

Every now and then this gipsy soul

Every now and then this gipsy soul

Tells me to get up and go

Leave to the past the shadows of old

Loves and wars

I do however always see you

Stoic and peaceful

In your old place of meditation and thoughts

And spin around

I come sit next to you on the ground

You tell me a story

You paint me a painting of a beautiful minute

I stay put

My arms are longing to lift you

And fly

From hurricanes or tornadoes

But your wisdom says

We’ll stay until they settle

to dust

My risky slopes

My risky slopes
Are ravaged by the winter winds
And only breakneck skiers
Dare to slalom down
Knowing that all that waits for them
When they have reached
The finish line are stories
Of warmer days of future
From the dreams of rhododendrons 
asleep under the snow
thinking they might be
Domestic stolen roses


No guard can protect you
Against this storm
Neither is there a reason to struggle
Aim to float and wait
For this shall pass and you will need
To use your energy and get ahead
Once you see light

Stone

Somebody left a mirror in the forest
By the side of the path,
And by the side of a stone
And people who passed
We’re attracted by the glimmering light
And came and sat on the stone and watched

Days, months and years passed
Over the mirror, and stone
And people gradually stopped
Noticing light, and rarely came
To sit on the stone

The stone thought it must have been
Getting old because it could hardly see anymore
How it looked in the mirror
But it could still hear and feel
Sound and touch, and the world
Started to look comparatively more sparkling and clear

The stone had turned once again
Outwards
It had no hands, no legs
No big desires and dreams
But it was there ready to help
Weary travelers rest, and regain
Their sense of direction by looking
Outside and not just at a reflection!

Night

The night is quiet and deep
And it is hard to extract
The promise of a luminous dream
To lull me to sleep

I must have seen you walk

I must have seen you walk
Solemnly down the center path
That Friday night
When spring had died

I must have heard your voice
And though I can’t be sure
Its sound could resonate
With the tormented ocean waves

Somehow the stirred up torments
Soothe the pain as the sopranos
Lift it from the chest, and then
The basses led the soul to rest

the promise says 
That travel Through the purifying hell
Shall not be long 
And life will rise on Sunday morning with the sun again

retreat

Pull back your roots,
and shiled the greenest shoots
this time allows for tenebers' expansion
outside the boundaries we thought we've built
and it's is hard to find solace and safety
so gather those you love close to the core, the home.
respect thE silence that still grows
the fear, but shElter deep the hope
AND wait for sunrise once again
Meanwhile stay shush and hide
it's time for just the silEnce of the night

random

do not forget that even if the night is deep
and the spaces between stars are vast
we are not alone in this universe
but our souls are cradled in a widespread net
of random love floating free,
that some of it is unconditional
and some of it is for you

(inspired by the moth radio show)

give

You can give everything you want to give
but do not let others take away kindness
or the warmth you feel when you look
at beautiful things and beautiful creatures;
do not forget there are treasured memories
and perhaps even richer ones to build.
do not burden yourself with anger,
for little things matter enough to take away joy,
as long as you have friends and love
and can give things and pieces of you away.

two colors

red and blue of love and hate
like rage and peace
sit at antithetic poles
of a wheel that broke the order
newton has assigned one day

even heartS are dual colored
As the flow must surely go
from the young blue blood  to the red
that has collected memories
from where it travels for the time that we are living

and though all this time the fleeing
thoughts of feelings go from highs to lows
and swinging, all the landscapes learned the singing
from the muds the water's rinsing
and repeating all the same emotions

Poisons; Marin Sorescu

Grass, mountains, waters, and sky

Have entered my bloodstream

And I am waiting for them

To take effect.

I feel i am starting

To turn green because of the grass.

That I’ve grown full of chasms

and I breath mists

because of the mountains.

With my feet I am rounding the edges of stones

When I walk on the road

And they ask me about the sea

Because of the waters

I feel that I’m turning

Seemingly blue, and unbounded

And that stars are sprinkling on my eyes

And the tips of my fingers.

wings

ready to grow, ready to fly ,
ready to become
who you want to be?
ready or not, give
receive; grace
and take flight

sand bags

was it you ?
who cut a hole on the bottom
of a tiny sand bag filled with love
and now it is pouring down
as fast at it fills up
on the beach
I bend down to fill up
this heart shaped bag
and you laugh
while the ocean cries tears
on the sand, which dries them out
and they all shine
traces of loves past
walking down this shore
with light heart
and who knows maybe with dreams
of common futures
or just the joy of the moment
and the new energy thew drew , as they should
from the old salt
while the ocean keeps waving
lifting our hopes for all of us