silken traces of you here
still
six months on
and I can draw my eye
around the ghost of you
edgy, smoking
the blunt clamour of ideology
the F sharp of philosophies
fighting a lost battle against
a tidal sound wave
the din of oncoming love
and the fast soul of your
expectations
here with me
now light as a mosquito
kiss-kiss against the glass
of new boundaries
the circle of coffee
sighs an “ohooo”
to this quiet cacophony
in that corner there
music eddies
strung like gold shells
caught in the cobwebs
the calendar sings
a choir of lies
telling me it’s
november
when I last lay here in solitude
caught up in myself
and not ready
but listening
to the music of the spheres
of life and loss
of experience and thought
of how love just travels it’s own
wild slow fast quiet hollering self
in whatever shape it can fit
a human being
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY