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Monday, January 31

Temperance

Temperance Canvas Print by Foxfires


 
Each day is worse
Than the one before.

One hour, just another
In a series of unbearable sixty-minute parts.

When eternity is what is facing,
 How can there be any patience?

And I promise I won’t do it again
Sometimes I really believe it
     And it feels so good!

Could this be that taste
Of hell, which
We came here to face?

Love,
Must get rid of this longing
This waiting...
.
Since forever is forever
Never is never, and
Sweetness...
     too sweet.



Saturday, January 29

The Squabbling



As the sun sets
Behind the rainy clouds
I hear the charm

Embellishing singing
Of a happy blackbird

Brewers Blackbird ~ Courting Canvas Print by Beve Brown-Clark

I hear the chirp
I stand to listen

Can’t see them but
I hear the fluttering
The squabbling
And then the wrangling

Male against male
For a cherished hen.


Thursday, January 27

Unrelated


LARVA Oil On Canvas
 

I go unnoticed
Among indefinite crowds
Avoiding the encounter
Of four sad eyes.

For you and your idea
Won’t listen


I go unseen
Unheard
Crying out in the
Suffocating
     dumb dream



And I go talking
The unspeakable
To the fools
The unknown

Conversations interrupted
By void,
     unrelated dialogues.



Tuesday, January 25

VOLITION



-
I won’t  be different
I won’t be the same

I won’t shiver I won’t doubt

I’ll run down the narrow streets
     Stepped and steeped

No one will be awaiting an explanation
      The timing will be perfect

And I’ll reach the shore
      Where so hard the wind blows
     I won’t feel the rain or the coldness
But the essence


For I won’t shiver I won't  doubt
 .
I will 
I won't...

I’ll be unapproachable
     Away from imprisonments

And I won’t see my blindness
    I’ll be unshakable
    Invulnerable

And I’ll swim
      recalling

All my past
In short shots.



___________________________________________Posted for One Shot Wednesday

Sunday, January 23

Why Did I ?








NOPE!

This is not the one 
sorry.
Please













..................................

There
 I come across this…
This place where
.
Trying to conjure up
Pay penance for all
All those sins
Wishing to have other wishes
Convincing,
  Comforting
But the messages I get
Accuse me
Support their stones
Devastated
I hide
Look for different surroundings
Only to find more
More anguish
.
It never disappeared
Guilt is my ally
And we
Guilt and I
Came to this place
To learn to live together
Yes, together
.
Imperfect?
Troubled?
Gifted ?
Tittered in delight?
Struggling?
.
I am due here
To commemorate myself
Not to explain.



Saturday, January 22

Perspective


Storm Ripple Calm Canvas Print by Paulina Kazarinov


That’s what you are...

You feel before you ever get to understand
And it takes so long to get to understand
If ever

That’s what you are
No one and everyone

That’s what you  are
What the others like about you
And especially what they dislike

That’s what you are
So work more on being 
What you already are.


Thursday, January 20

Night Rooster



Too bright the night
For my neighbor rooster
.
Kept crowing
On the hour

All night long

Sister Moon
He had confused
With brother Sun

Waking me up

Making me smile…


Tuesday, January 18

She's A Lady

O...Tu Suavissima Virga,  by Rosa Cobos

As every morning
She does
Mrs Pale
Does
Look after her orchids

From the windows of her greenhouse
She can see her beloved valley.
Loving this complete silence.
A peace only broken by
That sudden sound of the old piano,
     for years not played
     it sounds to her
Like everything...
    But music

She does
Mrs Pale
Does
Loathe everything
Concerning this man, 

Who 
Has become

Too long

 A complete stranger.
.
She does
Mrs Pale
Does
Wish she could tell him,
In a mild form,
And convince him-
No matter how much you persist
In calling this ’Love’
...To me
It all has evolved into
Mere ashes.

________________________________________________Written for One Shot Wednesday





Sunday, January 16

THE TIME BEING …

Don't Tell Me I'm A Dreamer by myoriginalsin


It’s just a matter of choice,
How awesome the sight of you,
Any vivid feeling of you.
I turn and there you are.
If I don’t
You are there too, but,
Unaware-

This is blindness, madness,
Lack of common sense.
Just undergoing your intrinsic aim
makes this my world trustworthy…

It is anyone or anything
Any drop of rain.
The far away stars.
The smell of the wind.
The flavour of my chocolate biscuits

It’s the time I’ve lived,
All the years I’ve suffered
All I’ve enjoyed.

It’s my Brother’s loss.
A simple smile from an unknown.
All the efforts from the handicapped.

It’s the Sun, the Moon, the Sea…

It’s Mother Nature and
The incomprehensible outer space.
My plants,  as they grow.
My loneliness,  as it easily flows.
Every candle I light.
I turn to wish this luminosity
was my eternal companion.

It’s God,
Everything between
Myself and Death.

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Saturday, January 15

EARTH


Sisters by Mariska
Oh sister...
Been missing you so much 
I need to tell you
.
Back from cold, sweet Dublin...
(Thanks for the souveniers)
Just a week,
 And all this I’ve been through
     so deep
Ever since.


Remember?
He used to say, ‘Hey,
The word you are looking for is
Fabulous!’
And I believed him,
And I thought-at long last
Someone had found that charm in me...

Oh sister,
You know all that much about me
After all we’ve gone through too, together.
-
I fell in, as you know
And again, as you already knew
How badly- I needed to fall out.

Sister,
Tell me,
What have I done to deserve this?
What can I do with all this love within?
So eagerly wishing to be there, put- somewhere,
a Him...
It seems...
All this love, all this crying...

Tears that ever since we grew out of childhood
Had to be swallowed.
And crying inside leads us to that place
Mad, anxious..

The big lie.
.
And learn and pretend
Everything is all right
But nothing is alright
Everything is actually so much worse than it used to be.
Yes, we know and accept
And we are mothers
We are sisters...
.
Oh sister!
How long will I have to hold this in
And regret and go on
As if nothing really mattered?
______________________________

To my One and Only Sister, Saro.

Friday, January 14

Knight-What

Source image: www.redbubble.com


Back’s the knight
Hiding his sword

..

 On his face
      that smile...
To his feet...
      I’ve come down.
.
He insists

Exists!
-.
Tedious, fatiguing return
          To my mind…
..
Back’s the knight
         And I resist ...
Saw him kissing me 
Aroused by his whispering...
..
Why does he persist?
   Should make a list...

.,,
Off’s the knight…

Exertion and time:
                 Wasted.



_______________________________________ 55 Flash Fiction Friday

Thursday, January 13

Infatuation

Female Nude at Rest by Roz McQuillan
.
.
This is the colour you needed
To feel the season complete
It has talked to me again
While I scribble…


Wondering
If you think you know
And have realized,
That I know
Have already realized,
That you think 
You think
You know me
While I scribble...


You stole my perfume
And I reread your scribbles
To find a reason for this:

Could have another name, but
We call it
Love

Trying to get a hint
Is it a gift?

Something is positively
 Going on
While I scribble...

In my mind 
About this..

Our infatuation.
.
.

Tuesday, January 11

Flowing down

Separation by Andromena Mirtle


With this yellow rose petal
I caress my closed eyes
...
A smile
Small
Smell
...
While a water drop
Gently flows 
down
 ...
Outside
My window...

___________________________________________________________posted for One Shot Wednesday

Monday, January 10

Trying Hard



Soul in Cage by Manolya F.

 ----------------


I’ve been loving you
All day...

Because of all the hatred
Which causes in me
Whatever is
Enough
For a broken soul.
.
Once more
Inside the whirlwind

Trying to find the good reasons
To love you
Or not.

------------------

Sunday, January 9

LONG HOURS



Oscar Wilde once wrote that loving oneself is the beginning of an eternal love story...

 
After Laundry by Falbanka


In the long hours
Of my isolation
Solitude
 Back to reading
Pick up Neruda’s
A way that used to be

So short does it take
The loving
So long
The forgetting

So as not to fall
Or feel apart
First might
 nothing have ever joined us

You and I

And in that kiss
You got to know
All I had never told you

And now that I’ve reached this near
My self
Here
Where I can’t figure
Might these be
The sweetest
Or perhaps the most bitter
Of my longer hours.
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