Scent of summertime

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

Shores undivided

Shores undivided

23 September 2018

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Square linings in thoughts

Scent of a heart set on fire

Perfume felt my pulse

 

In between woodlands

A gate swings North west and creaks

South a remembrance

 

Wind a rhythmic friend

Over treetops lone whistle

Beings in the wild

 

A silence heaves hard

My bosom a place of peace

In prayer penance

 

Twenty three sparrows

Memories of my journey

Carry them in tale

 

Wisdom a handful

Merging with the feminine

Shores undivided

 

Reading of the poem: 

Riverside – Agnes Obel

 

Walking through the throngs

Walking through the throngs

23 April 2017

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Twenty-three fools sit

In cornerstone of fires

Alit with your smile

 

Igniting landscapes

The blackbirds that the mind shapes

Irresolute skies

 

Feathers translucent

Picking up black emotion

Transforming its scent

 

Meeting of the Tides

A play of twelve nets forecast

Mesh Dragon Star rides

 

Walk with a fiddle

Tune into everlasting

Path to Home riddle

 

Mind never belongs

Heart a gateway in between

Walking through the throngs

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Way Home – Sleep Dealer

Nebula – Sleep Dealer

Endless Route – Sleep Dealer

 

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

Witnesses galore

Witnesses galore

20 March 2017

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Examined

Nose mouth and cheek line

Eyes pristine

Profile fine

Spirit taken out to dine

Embedded in shrine

 

Breath divine

Nostrils extended

Beyond scent

Head unbent

Rhythmic movements underwent

The dancer seasoned

 

Mind reasoned

Seven eight and nine

Numbers flared

Eyes that glared

Watching intently downpour

Witnesses galore

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Her voice – John Sokoloff

Her Eyes her Soul – John Sokoloff

Alone – John Sokoloff

 

Within Soul

Within Soul

9 March 2017

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Beyond Mind

Lies a grid’s patchwork

It pulsates

Dominates

The Energy laminates

Windmills of the old

 

Copper Gold

Alchemist whispers

The frame terse

Brittle verse

Spells of brethren to rehearse

From core of the flame

 

Within Soul

Flies precision work

Needle’s eye

Guides my sigh

Lulling fumes where I rely

On your sense of scent

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Hidden Place – Björk

The weightless measure of things

The weightless measure of things

25 February 2017

 

The bird that sings loud

Beckoning to the springtime

Beating in my heart

 

The snowdrop that curls

Around the trace of white snow

Shifting on the road

 

The bougainvillea

Red branches that bear its frame

Heart of the garden

 

The Jasmine exhaled

Scent of the renewed morrow

As Musk hid in dusk

 

Petunias explode

Purple and carmine carpets

Shower in the green

 

The heart that beats soft

The weightless measure of things

That the robin sings

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mother’s Wingspan – Ben Leinbach

In between two worlds

In between two worlds

18 October 2016

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Ghostly hand

Meets my knee’s hollow

Breathing slow

Pulling back

Memories of scent to stack

Jasmine and amber

 

The clamber

Vertiginous scale

Edge of sight

Born twilight

The shimmering radiant light

Engulfing me frail

 

Swishing tail

Breath of volcanoes

My liquid

Burning toes

The calming down of the woes

Cool in composure

 

Exposure

My chest a wasteland

Red dragons

Birth anew

We tamers gather in few

Riding over sand

 

Pungent feel

Your head now will reel

Chilly flakes

In the sweet

The lips pursing as they meet

Dots so explosive

 

To forgive

Connecting the dots

Molten thoughts

Lava stream

Scorching my back in a dream

In between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Free – Stevie Wonder

7 Seconds – Youssou N’dour feat. Neneh Cherry

Crazy – Seal

The scent of musk and jasmine

The scent of musk and jasmine

17 September 2016

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I feel your fingers

Reaching out through the wind chimes

That desert breeze moved

 

The play of promise

From elevation to drop

An uneasy road

 

Integer constant

The wholeness of your spirit

Containment an art

 

Sensitivity

Outreach of the slow goose bumps

Your hand on my back

 

Old movements unlearned

Reacquiring sensations

Delving into Heart

 

Olfactory load

The scent of musk and jasmine

As our bodies blend

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Song from a Secret Garden – Secret Garden

What we were tonight

What we were tonight

29 August 2016

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Tonight slipped

From my limp fingers

Grasping none

Life unfair

Chose to pair them open air

Between the spaces

 

In dream state

I remember touch

We lock hands

In rapture

Hair electric on arm stands

Pulsing the texture

 

Remember

What we were tonight

When the light

Baleful shines

All the softness undermines

Lost scent of green grass

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Nothing really ends – DEUs