Sunday, April 15, 2007

tortue

comme une tortue
avec un sac lourde
il faut courir.
Est-ce que tu cours vite?
On ne sait pas.
Peut-etre tu sais.
Seulement peut-etre.

coin - see then? (coincident)

a knock
and the palette spills all over
almost perfectly
the colours spill
liminalities abound
mixing in hues
yet distinct lines sound

red oozes; unseen not forgotten
blue bleeds; untold not unseen
green splashes; unstoppable not felt
white evaporates; unconditional not ungrateful
black stains; undermined not abandoned

mindless rubbing
endless scrubbing

the palette; an entropy
the spaces; an emptiness
the edges; an end.

An end-trophy
or an entropy?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

when all is said and done.

the wind leaves its trail
our hair blowing
your smile etched
like
the footsteps in the sand
dancing in the rain
seeing Life
smelling knowledge
eyes twinkled
feet touching
nary anger
hardly frustration
twinkling windows
mischief brimming
melancholy discarded
love taught
life lived
inconsistent rain


last breath
your tears
our eyes
your warmth
our pain
your frost
our worry
your shiver
our loss

you came
and left

my tears
your eyes
your smile
our pain
the wind leaves its trail


to my angel (1963 - 2005)