Archive for May, 2014

And he created camping gaz

And he stood before his tent
watching the damp of the morning
and he knew all was well. Bit chilly perhaps.

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Perfect

The shape of a bird,
of a flower,
of every bird,
every flower, tree, rock.

Time after time,
specimen after specimen:
perfection, finished without a seam,
no plan needed.

I can’t do that
but I would love to try.

For sale

Staying behind in a house that’s abandoned,
for sale and forgotten and nobody cares:
the stray cat, a bat moving in for the winter,
the mice and some slow living spiders and bees.

The wood worms, the floors that are cracking and rotten,
the ants, the cobwebs, the mirrors and doors that won’t shut,
sounds from the past, the leaking rain talking,
memories playing their hide and seek antics.

Mould. Slugs. Two buried fetuses.
No new owner waiting, the habitants grow
in freedom, in size, in boldness and number
to a buzzing crescendo, to a scream in the night.
Where does it end? House for sale.

The second later

When the astronaut returned to Earth,
he was told that he had lived shorter
than those he had left behind on the planet,
and he had won a whole second in time
which the others had consumed.
He quickly found out that this was true;
wherever he went,
elevator doors closed before he could get out
and his wife said goodbye
before he had a chance to say hello.

Choice

sunlight painfully reminds me of outside
while inside all is gently talking of darkness
and the choice is mine to live it or not

ants carry stuff without hesitation
rain never pours from earth to sky
there is logic everywhere but in me

the spider insists in keeping me company
building a new web every night
and it catches my thoughts in its silken net

one day she and I shall leave this cave
together facing the lightness;
for now she moves in circles like me

A shame

“I am only eight,” I said.
“Then I am eight too,” the man said.

It was a real shame he thought so.

Child

when you were almost born
I met a doe in the forest
and she was not afraid of us

when you were born
Leonids fell from the sky
and you blinked back

as you cried for the first time
an owl answered all was well
and you were silent

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