Wednesday, February 20, 2013


It might seem I don’t

Might have

The silk of my scarf

tickles my smile

And the scent of white roses

Awakes childhood

And adolescence

It might look as if

the pain was gone

the sound unheard

I cared

Then I did not

Now I’m going back

to getting lost

    you are right,

I don’t.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

feel like dancing

I don't

Best friend says it's there
but sleeping
in all
 its beauty

What's really gone?

The blossom
the skin flabby
the heat  off

Feel like
 closing my eyes
but  I don't
For  there's an alert

Need to see
what's going on

Feel like
giving in
I won't

Those were the days
when I wrote
and the feel was
feel like writing
feel like dancing
and I did

the blossom

the skin flabby
the heat on.