Archive for February 16, 2012

Poetry images – 3 poems

Poetry images

I saw words
like little portraits
of noble people
or they were
ballerina’s dancing
and on their shoulders
always a good head
to go with it.

Some were arms
reaching out
for lines of perfection

hands, pointing fingers, angry fists

but only on good days
they became legs to stand on
for more than a sentence
in an overcrowded white sheet of paper.


Words are the keys to many a thought,
opening doors of the mind with their force.

They bring us to places we never sought,
entering spaces of night and remorse.

Words can be shared, stolen, borrowed and bought,
so that we may find the way to our source.

We are between walls

You walk towards and nearer
your feet not making haste
I know your eyebrows rise
opening the door
to let you in this wall.
Again and more so
until morning.

So naked can you be
and still not seen
and still not heard
and still alone
in a crowd
or a bed.

Behind the walls live other people.
Other lives walls leave behind.
Where are we when the door is closed?

Your entrance has amazed me.
Over and over again, it is
you entering me until morning
and still you don’t see me leave
towards, to be inside, the wall.

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