Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
sea.breeze.
dark
black
still waters
seduced
by the shadowy breeze
all it can manage, still
is a faint ripple
the breeze
gets closer
her aeriform
gliding
sliding
slithering
over
his stoic
arrested
fluidity
he still
lies there
still
a watery mass
carved
in gravestone
her
tos and fros
his
listless frowns
morrow till dusk till dawns
she tries
all she can
till she goes from
husky to hoarse
he
moves not
not one edge
she
does not quit
her nibbling
and sweet talks
still nothing.
he suffers a silence
which runs deep
self humiliation
masked as
indignation
she suffers
a rejection
as visible
as her invisible being
together
they live
separately
like parallel lines
who live each other's
lives
but
never meet
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
she speaks by writing
she writes.
when no one watches.
she writes.
when she is alone.
and leaves herself behind.
she writes.
not on pages.
not with ink.
she writes.
on the grains of sand.
each grain.
a chapter
a book
a life
in itself.
she writes on them.
and sets them sailing.
the wind in their sails.
she is.
taking her words.
to distant shores.
languages change.
with each roll of the grain.
she speaks by writing.
to friendly strangers.
she dedicates each word.
in her gracious solitude.
with gratitude.
she writes.
when no one watches.
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