Shedding leaves

Shedding leaves

25-26 August 2018

 

She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.

 

The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.

 

She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.

 

Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.

 

Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.

 

The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.

 

Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.

 

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Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings

Fleeting Fate

Fleeting Fate

6 June 2017

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In Time’s Slate

We wrote the whispers

In the fears

That hope clears

They plodded on the seers

Fate in arrears

 

I clung on

To the bees honey

The wasps free

Bodies flee

The brave quaking on a knee

Heart in sinking sea

 

When wrists ache

The Heart will translate

Unheard spate

Fleeting Flate

Moments dropping as I wait

Maiden in a crate

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Time Time Time – Of the Wand and the Moon

I Crave for You – Of the Wand and the Moon

Hold my Hand – Of the Wand and the Moon

Through shores of the Heart

Through shores of the Heart

30 April 2017

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Winking eye

Gather new plays sigh

We hurry

To bury

Corridors winding staircase

Intersect in case

 

Cutting edge

The cluster a wedge

Twixt two hearts

Banter smarts

Willingness a light token

A mend for broken

 

I am beam

Together we gleam

Moments Light

Birdlike sight

Distilling an unknown Art

Through shores of the Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love – Volkan Uca

In the southern sun

In the southern sun

20 April 2017

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Mind awkward

In journey onward

Fly toward

Heart upward

Rising within the inward

Abandoned the herd

 

Stitch a rag

Hoisting sail to drag

Moments lag

In time’s bag

Chest unheeding tongues that wag

The heart rising flag

 

In skies run

The soul’s prisons shun

Fate outrun

Join the fun

Of what we sisters had spun

In the southern sun

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Brother – Ludovico Einaudi

Run – Ludovico Einaudi

Time Lapse – Ludovico Einaudi

The raw taste of strawberry

The raw taste of strawberry

7 April 2017

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Splashing light

Into dark corners

Waking scent

Of mourners

Reliving in dreams instant

Of moments fragrant

 

Honey bees

Lifting up my knees

New posture

Green pasture

Running through meadows of gold

Naked tale foretold

 

Steel not rust

Redeems what we must

Wanderlust

Before dust

The raw taste of strawberry

Feasting in Love Trust

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov

Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov

The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov

Of ravens reaching out

Of ravens reaching out

23 June 2016

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We count instant

The time flows within

Over bridges of waters

A brief instant caught

As the second falters

 

Motionless, still

Life fleets in moments

Permanent impermanence

Resurging in waves

All silent but the change

 

Bells sound distant

They summon up shrill

Through the quick moving morrows

They count breathing lives

Of ravens reaching out

 

Reading of the poem: 

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In this moment – Evi Vine

My hands are tied – Evi Vine

Porcelain – Evi Vine

 

Like ghosts in the rain

Like ghosts in the rain

3 June 2016

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Winding through alleys

Cutting through the Tuscan winds

Shades of summer skies

 

Do you remember

The streets stretched out like cobwebs

Green lanes sprawling out

 

We twirled like spiders

Spinning webs of memories

Glistening in the dark

 

All those moments fade

Like the storm that once blew hard

Subsiding glowers

 

The seasons slow-paced

They walk into each other

Never-ending dance

 

Untouched shades of us

Fighting under dark waters

Against oblivion

 

I know a small nook

Where we twirl silently

Like ghosts in the rain

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Oblivion – Piazzolla

Milonga del Angel – Piazzolla

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