A poem: Vis-à-vis

Quiet and frozen: A reflection approaches within the glass I seek meaning in a meaningless palace of empty eyes and half-hearted smiles. Statues of philosophers vis-à-vis- From expresionless to sad, their face changes mood: they empathise. Neither pain nor pleasure felt- My mindless mind projects conflicting eyes filling a void of thought and I succumb.

A poem: Echoes

A silhouette merging with the unknown- all that is left is your breath in the cold air as you exhale in slow motion. I speak in shadows, you respond with specters of light, haunting every word- making sense of it all; I choose to live in the now, but if you whisper in my earContinue reading “A poem: Echoes”

Poems from years ago

the fragile body and soul now shine with a different light and cast a different shadow: the light of god, the shadow of Lucifer. – Distracted by my flame, I spilled some water in that little cavity between you and me. Your presence turned it into ice, I stepped towards you and broke my knee.Continue reading “Poems from years ago”

A poem: November

The vanishing words, the vanishing images, the shedding of selves like autumn leaves; of withered lives on wrinkled paper, dust off the treasure chest in the desert, next to a snake regenerating its skin polished, your porcelain appearance melting into the undefined- does the new verse annihilate or build you? perhaps it is the fading portrait eitherContinue reading “A poem: November”

Poetry

Awaiting ❅ Butterflies spiralled in silver – petals sleeping on the floor Eternally moved, I quiver- Tenderly pressed against the door. Of the senses ❅ Nostalgia persists soft as velvet, sad as lace, sweet and intoxicating as your scent sliding down my spine. The fragrant city ❅ Through the alleys, scents of old seasons scatter in the urbanContinue reading “Poetry”

A poem: Wither

I gather tokens of death in appearance fragile- with thorns hidden underneath. A hand reaches out… Blood lingers on thin skin. Petals burn, Smoke intoxicates: you breathe it in. Funeral words carved in marble skin- paralysed, you listen blindly as they inhale life.