Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Caring



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


So
    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
all.

What's really gone?

The blossom
lost
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
but
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
reborn

the skin flabby
the heat on.