Inside a flower

We sit entangled 

Hidden in bloom 

A Lillie, I think

Touching the inner walls 

Light flooded

Your heart seems so much more tender

Than you use to show 

Strangers coming & I seem not to be one of them 

For water has made me to be 

The calling that arises from within 

A stubborn feeling it is called 

A heart pound for me   

So well 

that ink gets close to end

my walls vibrate & we are still staring silently 

I have never seen your eyes 

drenched in tranquility 

thrown over

the bomb might not explode today 

the blooming flower not open 

one day I will know better 

I will know more 

And so I will laugh about having been 

Stupidly anxious about it all 

We lost our silence 

It was indeed 

Better to talk to someone 

Than to imagine 

Anything more

Beyond the reach of 

Anonymity 

Still in porcelain hands of one another 

I wished secretly to sleep 

In the blossom of this flower 

Send me a picture that you think is fitting for this poem 🙂 it might be posted with your credits

messages from memories – poem

you are the mirror of the moon behind the glitter of images  knowing that when i look up to  dazed i am  to miss your voice  you know how much  you are  in the nights i wished  to sleep with your whisper inside  my ear  those days you call me  just to say how a…

Weiterlesen

midnight walks

i call you back  with strings detached the street lamps burn  so the mosquitos & moths  Can come  to see & follow the light  looking for  my toes in front of the  deep blue sky  i count my blessings  & how many days are left for  another life to live  yet i know how much …

Weiterlesen

inside a buzzing stovetop

we are lost in the heat of the city between hooting cars & taxis  buzzing like people looking for a peaceful spot  on the edge of a kerbside  feeling the blues when  the sky fades in a shade of pink &  the colour of aperol spritz  fizzy & tired the day leaves by  full of…

Weiterlesen