I yearn for your untouched skin

I yearn for your untouched skin

29 July 2020

Courtesy freewallpapers

 

I want to seep into your bones

like the chill of a winter night

I yearn for your untouched skin

its shadows now forever closed to me

like a book of secret pleasures

stowed away in a convent of nuns

 

With the yearning of a lifetime

I haul myself through summer

burdened by the winter’s pull

It hangs like dead leaves

fallen from a tree

where spring had once made its way

 

The fruit now lays barren untouched

like the skin of dead virgins

stopped in their tracks by an unknown war

their unseeing eyes swallowed

by the onslaught of darkness

 

I yearn for your untouched skin

Its light now a pale moon

rising in the midst of the hollow night

where only the waterhen cry

in a place I now call home

where the seagulls laugh no more

 

Reading of the poem:

Flam Monsoon Buddha Bar

Eyes seeing unseen

Eyes seeing unseen

27 June 2020

Courtesy the Iranian

 

Whirring soft

the wheels in motion

gather moss

as they roll

They pick up speed, lose control

from the momentum

 

Target lost

Blind aim untoward

they gather

second stones

ready now to break the bones

intention resolved

 

The victim

hair flowing downward

pining teen

chained to Earth

all but chest above the floor

eyes seeing unseen

 

 

In some Muslim countries, the women guilty of adultery or even of having an affair without being married are buried in the ground and stoned with the obvious result being death in most cases. Sickeningly in some countries even the victims of rape may sometimes be sentenced in the same way as adulterers or women having an affair. This poem is written to raise awareness of the conditions under which even a young teenager who would have been free to love in other countries may incur the death penalty and be stoned to death for the “crime” of being caught with her lover in isolation. I chose to accompany this poem with a beautiful video showing elements from the cosmos to emphasize the gulf that separates some people from the vastness of the cosmos.

 

Reading of the poem:

Lisa Gerrard – Space Weaver

When the light dies out

When the light dies out

7 June 2020

 

Light is love

Darkness breeds the hate

We translate

Emotions

Anger is a reckoning

Of the love waning

 

Northern star

Life is within you

Embracing

Nothingness

I feel it your soft caress

Piercing through the veil

 

Hold me close

Within your bosom

Love to flout

All about

The darkness tends to blossom

When the light dies out

 

Reading of the poem:

Quinn – I will believe

Only you come forth

Only you come forth

14 May 2020

Courtesy Stefan Gesell

 

I know not

Spelling of distress

No more now

I Know how

I am no longer mistress

Of my own heart’s vow

 

A new leaf

Forgotten the grief

I packed bags

Gathered rags

Elevated to riches

From the keen stitches

 

Soul mended

Intention set North

I abide

By my rules

I will bow not to the fools

Only you come forth

 

Reading of the poem:

Lost on You-LP (Salsa Version by Cubaneros)

Rendering delight

Rendering delight

April 29, 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Translation

Of movement in you

Lost in space

I retrace

Your body’s forgotten hue

The ink and the blue

 

When sun sets

I remember you

The sweet touch

Of your face

From a spent reality

In an unseen place

 

In eclipse

I reinvent you

Through the sight

In the night

When your features blurred in light

Rendering delight

 

Reading of the poem:

I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

Of changing seasons

Of changing seasons

28 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe on Artflakes

 

I cling on

Like a wild creature

To the ghosts

Of future

Passing lines of your features

Relayed in outposts

 

Hopes in air

Redesigned by wand

The despair

Searing through

My looking glass as I scan

The road unraveled

 

Walk in pace

With me as I face

The swirling

Fail never

To whisper soft the reasons

Of changing seasons

 

Reading of the poem:

Porteghale Man – Marjan Farsad / مرجان فرساد – پرتقال من

Marjan Farsad – Setareh Soheil / مرجان فرساد – ستاره سهیل

Khooneye Ma – Marjan Farsad خونه ی ما – مرجان فرساد

 

Plains of the free lie

Plains of the free lie

26 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Do you hear

The ocean shaken

It stirs blood

Through the flood

By the waves I awaken

On grounds mistaken

 

Emptiness

Of the chest that heaves

Fallen tree

Crestfallen

Gathering the flailing leaves

The mind soul deceives

 

Look yonder

Plains of the free lie

They rumble

With the cries

The millions’ uneven sigh

Their dreams fly in sky

 

Reading of the poem:

Emel Mathlouthi – Naci en Palestina آمال مثلوثي

My shadows are within me

My shadows are within me

25 April 2020

Courtesy 3wallpapers.com

 

Rose wilted

Constant gardener

To rescue

Came along

The rose revived by water

Growing wild and strong

 

Nourishment

Flowing from the soul

Inhale it

Deep within

For when the hope runs so thin

Darkness to control

 

Fear no fight

Bow never to plight

Rekindling

The balance

My shadows are within me

They move me to light

 

Reading of the poem:

Alma – Guitarra Azul

In shape of our hearts

In shape of our hearts

27 March 2020

Courtesy Joanna Albrecht

 

Remember

The chirping robin?

When it came

From within

Heartbeats paired with rising spring

Composed song to sing

 

The dewdrops

Parallel to lash

Bated breath

Composure

Of beating lungs exposure

Strength of heart measure

 

Drawn insight

Stealth within the light

The darkness

Now vivid

Shining lighthouse all imparts

In shape of our hearts

 

Reading of the poem:

A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto

Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto

Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto

They run through rivers

They run through rivers

23 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Saatchi art

 

Did you feel

My waking anthem?

It speaks not

It fears not

It crawls alive down mountains

Measured in sentence

 

The wet tides

They crave beaten shores

Where I dance

Unison

Downtrodden path of danger

The will a stranger

 

I heed not

The hushed countenance

The words packed

In bosom

Now descending in quivers

They run through rivers

 

Reading of the poem:

Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday