Gray is the color of the blank space which separates the day into the night I am caught in between.
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Status Quo
Posted in Current Affairs, Haiku, Literature, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion, Society, tagged between, blank, caught, color, day, gray, Haiku, night, poem, poetry, quo, separation, space, status on April 18, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Midnight Train
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Travel, tagged blue, bridge, charm, dove, dress, flow, fog, ghost, green, hidden, impressionism, lonely, midnight, moonlight, night, obscure, over, overwhelm, passing, pink, plume, poem, poetry, reflection, silence, smoke, train, true, wander, water on February 6, 2012 | 4 Comments »
Night dresses flowing pink, plumes of smoke by the passing train. No reflection hides your true charm lonely as a fog, silent as a dove your ghost would wander obscure by the bridge green and blue overwhelms impressionism of the moonlight over the waters.
Counterpoints and Movements
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Society, Travel, tagged ache, applause, approach, autumn, awakening, beat, blank, bone, breeze, careful, counterpoint, crotchets, dream, drop, ember, enter, fill, forgotten, glide, halt, harmony, hear, heard, hush, imagination, inspiration, leaves, locomotion, love, melody, minims, movement, muse, night, octave, out, own, pace, part, pause, pavement, peace, play, poem, poetry, pulse, quavers, rain, remember, reminder, rest, restless, rhythm, rustle, semibreves, serenade, sharp, shift, silence, skin, slow, smooth, soul, sound, space, stave, step, tempo, thunder, tonight, touch, train, trickle, under, unfamiliar, weight, white on August 26, 2011 | 12 Comments »
Imagine yourself playing the part. The melody in a slow tempo touching the white bones in mine. The blank spaces glide filling the staves into octaves where rhythms of silence are aching to be heard. The approaching train in locomotion slowly halting to a rest and the muse steps out in a sudden hush. [...]
Paper Cuts
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Society, Technology, tagged asleep, bath, beautiful, beauty, bee, belong, blank, bleed, blood, blue, cold, come, crumple, cut, death, desire, door, dream, drop, else, empty, endure, envelopes, expression, field, fingerprint, flight, flower, foreseen, fountain, frost, hand, handwriting, heart, hit, hours, imagination, ink, innocence, jealousy, knife, knock, know, lady, leave, letters, life, light, line, love, lucky, mailbox, man, memory, morning, motionless, neighborhood, night, oblivion, One, open, outsider, page, paper, pen, pigeon, poem, poetry, postman, probe, read, refusal, sanity, scar, scent, sentences, shadow, sheet, someone, stare, still, struggle, surrender, today, trashbin, undelivered, understanding, unhealed, victim, window, world, wound, written on July 16, 2011 | 20 Comments »
He stares at the frosted window, dreaming of pigeons in flight. Probing shadows in his oblivion while the neighborhood is asleep on this night bathed in blue light. His heart refuses to surrender to someone else’s handwriting. He’s an outsider, perhaps a victim. No one knows how he spent hours imagining a beautiful [...]
You Left Me With Things
Posted in Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Society, tagged abandon, again, air, anger, another, ask, away, bead, bed, beer, begin, believe, bleed, blue, blur, box, build, burden, burn, castaway, chain, cigarette, circle, day, defense, despair, dreams, emptiness, fear, feet, flame, float, floor, form, friend, ghost, grow, hate, hatred, hidden, how, keep, learn, left, light, linger, loneliness, loop, me, memoir, memory, move, mug, myself, night, no, own, poem, poetry, rain, ran, reminder, round, sad, sadness, satisfaction, shield, silence, skin, smash, sole, start, sting, stranger, surreal, sweat, tears, tell, things, tongue, under, unknowingly, wall, what, why, world, years, you on March 26, 2011 | 32 Comments »
Here, in the box are things that you left me. It’s been years I kept them hidden under my bed. Should I throw it away? A burden that I should burn it aflame with the world like this tongue of hatred growing each day. Oh sadness, it lingers through days like rain. I [...]
The Fortune Teller
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Film, Literature, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion, Science, Society, Uncategorized, tagged acceptance, across, afraid, air, amulet, animal, another, ball, belief, better, beware, blood, book, bottle, brittle, by, card, caress, child, closet, cloth, come, creep, crystal, customer, death, dip, find, fold, fortune teller, future, get, go, gratitude, grey, hair, harm, holy, human, husband, ignorance, incense, invisible, keep, leaf, leave, light, line, love candle, magic, match, money, night, old, palm, people, piece, poem, poetry, power, prayer, prevail, questions, read, reverb, rich, sanctum, signs, slow, smell, someone, space, speak, spell, start, stone, strange, summon, sweat, symbol, table, thief, thin, time, token, true, verse, way, whisper, wife, wisdom on February 11, 2011 | 18 Comments »
The sanctum smelled of incense and human sweat. An airless space reverberating whispers of prayer. She folded a piece of cloth with the holy verse dipped in animal blood. This is an amulet. For someone who is afraid of thieves. She knelt across the table ready with her questions “Do you need a husband? [...]
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She Could’ve Been That Woman
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Society, Poetry, Social Commentary, Philosophy, Relationships, tagged afraid, anymore, appear, chances, color, day, dreams, everything, fear, great, hand, happy, know, longer, love, never, night, poetry, roll, scent, she, side, sky, slip, snap, someone, stars, stranger, string, suddenly, thought, thread, time, woman, world, years, talk, poem, opening, thief, saying, indecision, whiff, pearls, disappearance, sometimes, barely, expectations, somewhere, finally, alright, unlikely, plunder, pursue on March 31, 2012 | 8 Comments »
Like a string of pearls snapped from the thread, they rolled by to disappear by the whiffs of a scent opening up a stranger to talk and be herself. Sometimes you met someone at a time you barely expected, when suddenly somewhere your world appears in color finally. Stars begin to fill the night [...]
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