Scent of summertime
11 April 2020
Run along
The pathways stretch out
Conjoining
Pink flowers
They border the green hedges
Where axe drove the wedges
Clear cutting
Woodcutters at work
Loosen limbs
Off the trees
Swaying under springtime breeze
They offer blossoms
I inhale
Scent of summertime
Hidden deep
In the grass
When the springtime bloom will pass
Uncover morrows
Reading of the poem:
Cibelle – Minha Neguinha
As Time constricts me
25 March 2016
Remember
We used to talk soft
Hidden veils
Draped our frames
Before we learnt to play games
Of stony details
I breathe in
Summertime’s fancies
It rings wild
With sun’s heat
Postman rings thrice upon doors
Then admits defeat
We wiped floors
Our bodies intense
Locked in flames
Purple maze
We hold worlds but skins we graze
Touch of the shallow
Remember
We used to know hearts
They beat strong
Beneath veins
Blue bearing red they travelled
In inner landscapes
Map of stars
Fusion of twilight
Light and dark
Dull and spark
We are deep book of secrets
That some read aloud
I whisper
Sum of my numbers
In spirals
Within wells
The axe joins tree that it fells
As Time constricts me
Reading of the poem:
Summertime – Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
Night and Day – Ella Fitzgerald
Taking a chance on love – Ella Fitzgerald
We need the mortar
7 November 2015
Look now dear Hatter
Oh no, now what can I do
Tie the laces fly
Just buckle my shoe
The mind that flies becomes lax
And takes days farther
Cross Heart if I lie
This now came from Annie’s Axe
I asked to scatter
None would now comply
And Shitji’s broken wall too
They found grey Matter
I set straight altar
From the darkest Blue
Where slits would run thin
Runaway tartar
Rides the Mongolian Wall’s Hue
As the Chinese Skin
We need the mortar
They keep giving us the glue
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