Poetry

Bordering a window pane.

A sandy outstretch lay yonder As far as the blinking eyes could see Grey patches of thorny shrubs decored Dunes covering the burning rocks The heat wave lauding the beaming sun To whom the lamenting sky lost its blue. And then I close my eyes…

Love, Poetry

Searchlight

The crowd counted her, Lass of provident. Only she knew that she’s a Regina, Of forced regiment.  The luscious, luminous lurex Brought her no jubilation. All she prayed for is that arms, Which embraces her giving liberation. Though, she’s an impeccable carved Slayer, shimmering And…

Poetry

The Godfather

In the line of sight We watch the horizon, As it has no age No enemies No deceit And no confusion.   We see from Afar, As it is all mystery All infamous All profound And all knowing.   In the line of sight We…

Love, Poetry

Cracks

I made cracks in a wall with my teeth and kept the spirit of my child in it, and told him I will be back for him. I am still the mother, I fold and unfold myself to bring forth a troublesome boy, and this…

Poetry

Counting the Joyful Leaps

Beauty often time eludes  A manifest beauty it is not Plastered in turmoil and tragedy It reeks of frustration And bears a mark of fear Still, by and by Beauty ‘neath the pain Is all life is Counting the joyful leaps And pleasant tears We…

Poetry

Annihilation

I hear the casket close, Shut tight for one last time For my face to be forgotten Or to remain within someone. I hear the footsteps approaching Like gravel sand sliming through heals High as I go in the blinding dark alley Swaying my cold…

Poetry

Wagner in Seattle

My father sleeps with an atlas, Each night a vacation To the Seattle opera Where melody becomes his religion Changing prayers of light To soft, tenor cadences. His bones thirst for Wagner Ring Of The Nibelungen Rattling the keyholes of a dream— Lost in the…

Poetry

Rebel

    I   In a novel she chose to read, she buried her face, While the night seemed to her longer than usual. The words of Paulo she had made a trace, Everything she dreamed of, incised into a long visual. Her mind did remind…

Poetry

At The End

Trapped amidst towering pernicious trees, Skin soaked and bone burnt, Dribbling saliva down his chin, Hollowed and cursed, he waits. Trembling legs and clenched fist, Stung eyes cannot mind the mist. Leaves, odiously green, twist and twirl, Coursing and stretching out it’s coiled claws. Weeping,…