Shadows (another view)

shadows
paintings in light
falling where they may
it is her, yet not
the gentle curves, the stance,
   a hint of the attitude
all there...
   ... yet not.
fading with the setting sun
never to be just there
   just like that
   just
ever
  ever
    again

Pela was here

Wings lay hidden
flights untold
dreams are ridden
wings unfold

life takes turns
fancies meld
the spirit yearns
for the wishes held

2010/07/21
For Rommy

Shadows

Places to hide, images altered
lurking inside, reality fades.
Things not denied, but truth that has faltered;
thoughts that defied; memory jades.

dusks, it is said, steal the lines from our eyes
Grays from the reds and the yellows are white
colors lay dead as the moon claims the skies
details are led away into the night

2010/06/27

Image by Di Hoorenbeek, SL

Sleep well

sleep well, Marielle.
Dream of days filled with visits
Sleep well, Marielle
Seeing sights and "what is it"s
Fill your pages with places
to go and explore
List your main destinations
and then add even more
Yes, sleep well, Marielle
Dream of places you'll go to
When you wake,
plan to make them come true.

2010-06-26

Beside myself

Here is the inspiration

I took a walk the other day
"To find myself" is what I say
I'm looking for just another way
to understand my being

When next to me, I realized
was walking (boy was I surprised!)
myself, not in the least disguised,
It was me that I was seeing

This oddness had me in despair
(I did not like me being there)
until I saw his graying hair
and HIS look of disbelieving

So, up, the conversation grew
where to go, I wish I knew
time was passing, minutes flew
not sure what was achieving

I soon learned I was clueless, yes
of how I'd gotten in this mess
when I asked me, well I knew much less
and both of me were truly lost

but comfort lay right in that feeling
knowing not what life was dealing
this oddness soon became appealing
with oh, so little perceived cost

but in the end, I had to go
I shook my hand and bowed quite low
for it was me I'd come to know
while walking in that no place

I miss me sometimes feeling nearer
but when I look into the mirror
I feel that I have naught to fear or
cause a frown upon my face

2010/05/13

Intimate Stranger

Loneliness visits me now and again
... stays for a while and then wanders away
Not really thinking, I take it all in
and watch for the light of the waking new day

She sits by my side or she walks 'cross the floor
or waves from outside, lest she hide in the mist
Though often she's touched me (I've wanted for more)
and crossing my lips... no, she never I've kissed

Winter

Vestiges of life
warmth fleeting, long since passed
green fades, brown passes, grey white remains

searching, seeking, morsels, twigs, anything
hovering...
looking...
hoping?

baron yet beautiful
a place to rest,
a place to recoup,
a place to leave behind...
... and continue on

(Image by Irena Morris / Eshi Otawara)