Day & Night

It has always amazed me

When I get out of my little space

And go up, up, up,

 Away from my centre

To observe the world. 

It’s 12 p. m. in my area

Still 12 more hours to go...

And  in just an hour

They will be already celebrating

The New Year in Australia.

In India,  Susan will be celebrating in seven hours!

In New York they still have to wait 17 hours

In Los Angeles they must wait for  20

And Oh those in Hawaii 22!

Beautiful WORLD

We are here at this very moment

All souls connected in the very same second

But day and night visit their own way

So that date changes, yes...

What to me was yesterday
To you is today
Or viceversa
If you are in that other place, 
yes....

 

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...But we wish for the same...

HAPPY NEW YEAR
;-)

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Unnoticed Agony

Lost By Sekatsim-Deviantart

Some are serious memories...

Certain moments in life

With us will go in our mind

Until the day we die

One of them is this

When my little girl was not yet six

‘Go pick your sister’

‘Why me?’

‘Cause I tell you so!’

In that reluctant second of yours

   My world had vanished

   The crowd had swallowed me

   And I was searching and searching

   Among all those tall beings

   So alien, so menacing...

In that reluctant second of yours

   I was lost, I was dying

   All that shot-off adrenaline

   My only company

   And the thousand thoughts that can come to your mind

    In just a flash like that…

So you grabbed me and pulled me

And in your fury I found comfort

And in the laughter and distraction

Of mum I needed a hug and something like,

Hey- you are safe with us, love!

Instead, I had to swallow my river of tears

The shock on my face, my impotence and fear.
That still indescribable fear...

So unsympathetic all you were…

But this is my family, any way

   All I have, everything.

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Admiring

You are not a thief

You are not deranged

But a peeping tom…
Or, are you not?

You are that bird

Hiding in a tree

Looking through 
   into my window

Needing to see me

As I start to get dressed 

Because you are obsessed

Red Lace by AexandraG

Say...

With my hips and legs

   And the way I walk

   And the way I talk

   And the way I wink

Although,

   shame...

   hardly ever at you 

But I know you observe me

Follow my track

I feel your presence

Though you are not there

When I look back

Yes, I know you admire me
   Every move I make... 

And  I pretend I am oblivious

But must admit

I love of yours...

That obsession

Unique admiration

Bordering a rather weird

   Perfection.

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Written for One Shot Wednesday

SUGAR

Collecting single glances

Of a recent past

About to metamorphose

   Into a long ago…

The tune I can hum

But the lyrics are gone.

So the grass is kissed by the wind

That scene brings back

The bizarre peace

I  had forgotten

   Long ago...

When sugar was just sweet

Already long ago

    pain evolved into a habit

And letting go

Into a captive freedom

And what only happened to others

Began to knock at my door

And stayed for coffee

And that fragile innocence

Changed into bitter taste

Despite all that sugar...

Time to Say...

IMAGE: adapted from >

‘Missing You at Christmas.’ Canvas Print by Charles Plant

Another season

Holly and holy

   Season…

…Of love and family

And those who

 Were gone.

Time to celebrate…

...Always wondered what.

Now I know:

We are together

No
   Matter
       What...

Some

   in spirit

Some

   in distance

Some

  in both.

Some so lonely…

 Or perhaps

   Just alone.

That could be you

     Or I...

....Sitting on a chair

Watching time come 
   and go by

As any other day

But

No matter

Time or space.

This life

Or the other.

A smile....

   Comes easy,

From the heart

   To say on this

   Funny day

'Merry Christmas!'…

Et cetera!

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:-)

< Dulce >

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How could I forget?

 


How could I forget?

Those were the times

When our fantasy was loose

And we lived the day as if the very last

And we did not care about the others

Or if they’d been hurt by our nerve

Those were the times

When passion was all that mattered

And we enjoyed our bodies

As if the only ones

As the only ones

Not missing a single spot

Kissing all and all

Till exhaustion
Times of sweestest love

Those were…

Days when brightness shone everywhere

As if only for you and me

We ignored

The future

The past

The evil...

How could I forget?

My mind might

My soul

Never. 

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Conforming



Persephone’ Canvas Print by Patricia Ariel



Cannot go about

Complaining,

Moaning about life and death,

Peace and war

As if Hemingway.

Cannot stand

Cannot struggle

Cannot be too aware

 Too oblivious.
.

Cannot keep observing

And reaching conclusions

Leading me to further confusion

The massive fight,

As the individual ,

Collide...

And can only stop

That day I die...

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Written for One Shot Wednesday

And The Moment Left Us

There are those who

   Want to go out into

   What is to come

Hurtus conclusus,

...As they do into the past.

Through the unlike interstices

Foreseeing vague approximate

Shadows

Ghosts that might 
one day         
incarnate

And get to be 

   recognized

There are others who

   Do not want to know

   What to them

   Is about to come

Others who 

   just want to know

   Nothing.

Joyful it is

   Feeling without foreboding

   Giving each day its own desire.

Expiring the present placidity or laceration:

 Joyous and hard.

Because above today’s shoulders

We miss that look into tomorrow

Neglecting- clumsily

This moment

Seeing

   Already missed

What is in our hands

   Not to be lost...

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Adapted from  Los Adivinos (on Charlas Con Troylo) by Antonio Gala

Smelling Freshly Cut Grass

Image source

It brings me

It gives me

More than pure air

It embellishes me

It enraptures me

Carries me away

To and fro
All sweetest times 

It sets that smile on my face

And my spirit
.

It reminds me

Life is...
.

And I am part of it.

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Written for  The Thursday Think Tank- # Smell- hosted by Poets United

Cold Circles Round Warm Love

Those were the nights

    of cold December

   I will always remember

These are the nights

    of cold December

   Holding me freezing

   Making up my mind 

There is no way

    to escape this plight

But stand by your side

Search for that

Sweet warmth

   of you in mine
   I in you...
  my tender knight...

_______________________________________ Written for One Shot Wednesday

I Write

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I write

In a senseless rhythm
I write because it’s a must
Recalling facts from real life
And what I never got to have
In a bare try

I write

While I search for the right words
So you can search for the right meaning
All the same
No way, but
For the sake of it
For there should be a reason
Or maybe not 

I write

Today is an in-and-out
And in again
Deeper- so intense
It hurts somehow
No place to stand or start
No reason to find
The exact moment 

I write

But before I’ve finished
You’ve probably left
When this is taken for granted
Need to have begun
When I lost the sense of rhythm
And rhyme 

I write

My words stolen
Where do they lead us to
    you, me? 

My heart

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Wistful

Last train to nowhere

She’s come to stay

Gazing at the mist

In her heart

As it disperses with this suffering

Of space and time

So sweetly.

Grabbing the key long hidden

To open her captive soul

A gust of wind

Unexpected

Moves her hair

So as to consolidate

Her whole presence

With the place.

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Taking part in 55 Flash Fiction Friday

Seizing Air

A Place to Dream

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In her confusion and hard approach

She well kept in mind her one 

   Only goal

And they laughed at her

Saw no fun on it

What’s all this about

   Needs to shout

Cannot open her mouth

It’s all so grey, so dizzy, so dark

Gets towards the light

Familiar the place

But has to trudge, stray

Among the noisy crowd

And there he is

   As if standing

   Seen half seen

Her words won’t come out

For what can she say

Just the urge that he notices her

So he does

No surprise

But turns away

Nowhere

She keeps searching for his smile

A face not clear

Which vanishes

As she opens her eyes

So pleased to remember

She does not love him anymore

Waking up

Thank God.

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