Surrounded by the philanthropists of literature I feel sooo good! Listing through children's poetry book, waiting for the first reading to begin. Here they come... I pull out my diary for a crime of collage- cannot help it, ah :)
Through the Irish land
Primrose the kitchen
And a scream in your throat
And my eyes, fixed on intimate history
I pick truth from chaos
Aware of when music stops
Angle of evening, pale light
Coiled with a chase
Smoothers my smile
Air between us diminished
Within- a puppet show
Fragrant with women's wisdom
Impure thoughts and deeds
Only for you
Bog ignorant Ireland!
Maureen offers a canvas! And the dusts in a pocket...
Flip of a cigarette
Flashing green lights of a mobile phone
The chorus lifts itself to gospel
Everything is uploaded nowadays
Lights like six full moons-
The house is full of words-
To fit around us
Still life with bottles
(In my defence)
No regret is drawn to the surface
(I have couple of Love poems- yes, I can love)
How you ever Moon walked?
(She mentioned Depeche Mode...)
We dance small circles as we make breakfast...
Safe and sublime are called upon- Afrika...
Give phrase and line more time
Tomb of silence no more
All that jazz is quite suspicious
Summer unrolls like a sleeping mat- grey...
... diamonds and bodies... bodies and diamonds...
Prays for creativity
Forgive impatient hunger!
Tedium of the existence
... which wondered in the wilderness for forty years...
Where the sea is milky white barely distinguished from the early morning sky
Cash of sweetness
Sky gorgeous with stars
We all are cats!
High bohemianism, professional commitment, remarkable dedication and serious kindness has my horizons broadened...