Monthly Archives: June 2017

Yellows, red and blues.

All shades of black, grey and rust.

Lips play with a smile.  

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Poetry lost in translation, 

gained in the translator 

and translated.



Above, storm after storm.
I stroll, mile on mile. 

Under, grey on grey.

Going where earth has gone, 

a river does not lose its way. 


You ask 

for my wholeness.

Once again,

I say

‘I am scattered’.


Gaze on a real world, 

beyond the darkened windows. 

Pieces less a puzzle.


How long did you

stay alive

without breath?

Now rise up

from depths,

fully dressed alone.

Ghosts you chase

it has been shown, 

breathe deeply

breathe in slowly. 

Slowness on you

I will not force, 

it is known 

hearts in exile

turn to stone. 


Fever, fever, skin cold.

Blue lips, pulled in breath.

Ears new to own