Monthly Archives: July 2012

now almost soon

I can almost see you
with vintage eyes
a scent of what’s it called… Old spice,
and a river of snakes just there…

it’s not for me to f
or fail.
Your touch…

soft and strong
definite and defining
reassuring and exciting
I am smiling and

seeing again for the first time
the sunburn soon to hurt.

and I am

Madonna (Edvard Munch, 1894)

Madonna (Edvard Munch, 1894)

an oily drop of red and black

illuminates the darkest corner of my being,

strip-stripping my clothing

to my naked heart’s beat-beating.

sunken hopes and shouting thoughts

in the spider’s web are caught,

yet, inviting the other eye to hear and taste

to touch and spread to a different place,

an unlike home than that I gave

but not for me to like or crave

for now the livingness of my chord

plays in another and there it grows…


and I am 

* Join the discussion on Ars Poetica at dVerse~Poets Pub – the one year celebrations!

no name


Best remedy



laying in my bed.

lying in my head –

breathing deceitful thoughts…

inout inout inout…


leading the way –

paving a dead end.

E. Munch: The Scream (1893)

E. Munch: The Scream (1893)

falling astray…

ice-cold shiver…


fresh fright!

imagining bleeding and

hoping for


*after a long time away… a link to OpenLinkNight #52 – a special celebratory birthday week – of dVerse-Poets Pub! Read and enjoy truly fabulous diverse poetry!

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