Empty love

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Kay Wyne – Empty nest

we pour ourselves
into someone
that’s  not
really there

i mean

we put ourselves
into situations
we cannot see
very clearly

i mean

we think ourselves
in love
but really
it’s not

*

hard to admit
even harder to forget

A shelf away

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Vincent van Gogh – Still life – French novels and rose

happiness depends upon
the shelf in which
my books lie–

it contain multitudes
those beautiful little books–

*

little shelf in my room
with stories i wouldn’t dare
leave behind–

in the most special one
Heathcliff hides in the wuthering heights
of my mellow mind–

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Filed under Exercizes.

Acorns

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Gustave Courbet – The oak of Flagey

what’s an acorn
but a possible oak–

we too are acorns
waiting, struggling
becoming the tree–

not there yet
but we’ll be–

*

new year is here
start–
forget the acorn
be the tree–

why stay the same
if we can be
so much more–

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Inspired by the lecture of Ven. Robina Courtin. Happy New Year to my dear readers & friends.

Love, Love or Stein kind of advice

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Edvard Munch – The kiss

love love
is not hurt
love
love love
is not pain
love
love love
can be leaving
love
when it’s the right
thing to do love
when we love
love
love love
we can’t hold back
love
we say it love
aloud and often love
cause we can’t get enough love
love
if you think love
i say love too much
love
you never had love
a love to call yours
love
don’t be selfish love
love pettiness
never pays off love
give your love away

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To K.

Madiba’s day or The long walk we have to liberation

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Nelson Mandela in his Robben Island cell

Although my skin is white
Madiba is my father–
He’s my relative
cause we share dreams–

He’s my grandfather
- black and poor -
when he uses social clothes that doesn’t fit*
to go to his first school–

Although my skin is white
in Africa are my roots
and African my features are
beyond my white skin–

*

Crystalline my tears came
like Madiba’s heart
like his life
like his soul–

I wish we didn’t need
people like you
I wish we were the same
beyond colors and faiths
I wish we didn’t have
treated you (and many others) this way…

You go now, Madiba
with the peace you said so…
You go now, Madiba
but your smile and ideals remain
You go now, Madiba
but your sons and daughters will stay…

And in your memory
we’ll build an equal world
with those who give away–

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* When Mandela describes the first time he goes to school with his father’s clothes that were way too big for him at the time in his autobiographical book, he touched me in a away I was never touched before. He also have a huge resemblance with my real grandfather – not only physical but this amazing sense of right and wrong that seems to be disappearing in newer generations.

Kismet

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Pablo Piasso – Woman Writing

runaway words
from here
to there–

they never
stay
where i put them–

(they are always
everywhere)

*

they go
from a poet’s feather
to a locked journal–

they go
from a rhyming heart
to an analytic hand–

they go
go
go away then–

*

here i play what’s real–
there
there’s no play.

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Inspired by I.

The one about the girlfriend

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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec – Devotion: the two girlfriends

Cathy, in my wildest dreams
we’re together
like I wanted it to be–

I remember
in front of the camera
our first kiss–

You were laughing
so hard
the photographer almost missed–

After that
all was so easy–
including you
slipping away from me–

*

Cathy, do you remember
the guns
that they pointed at us–

In the darkness
we were safe–
But they found us
and sent us away–

*

Cathy, in my wildest dreams
you kiss me
and still loves me–

Can’t a girl dream?

A Dickinsonian birthday

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Salvador Dalí – Glass of wine and boat

years and years
left behind
so one New
can begin–

and i, i dwell in possibilities–
and my boat has no port–

and my dreams are so big
that i float adrift–

and my life is a mess
but i couldn’t care less–

we’ll have wine
and nice talks–
love is all around
inside and out–


Yep, I’m the birthday girl today. Not every day you turn 27, peeps!