My Black Pool
April 15, 2013 § Leave a comment
Dive in my black pool my friend,
my best of friends.
Just as I wish to lift tiny petals off your burdens,
sipping from your abyss’ booze.
Dive in if you wish to sail away.
Pain is pain and fear is fear,
is also love.
And I ‘ve never been in love before.
To such grace.
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Night made of words…
April 4, 2013 § Leave a comment
A pile of poems, sweet wine and cognac.
Us, springs made of autumn’s lands.
Separation
March 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour”
W. S. Merwin, “Separation” from The Second Four Books of Poems
