Saturday, 8 July 2017

stillness


there is a stillness
in this place
which resonates
with the stillness
inside me
as if I can breathe it
in and out
with every gesture,
with every pause
the silence surfaces
between us
a comforting silence
but as it intensifies
I feel devoid of shelter
naked below the sky
immersing
in the ground
with the weight of this
silence
so slow
no one can notice
no one can hold
just witness the stillness
of our dissolving insides

Monday, 5 June 2017

a little deeper into the ocean

I'm tired of rising
everyday
to the piercing
brightness
burning my eyelids,

wake me up
when the sun is wet
and the waves
are emitting light,
I want to see it
sown
a little deeper
into the ocean
and my feet
touch the horizon

Saturday, 18 March 2017

skin under my feet

the skin under my feet
is breaking apart
I see cracks
layers of dust revealed
I like them
the cracks
the dust
the reminiscence
of yesterday
today
they remind me of
that smell,
robust
but porous
an almost physical
nostalgic smell

of wet clay?

water swallowed
by the cracks
smelling of
memories
wet
tangible

that smell

And
         so much
from these cracks
so much
from touching them
revealing
from the dust
so much


Friday, 17 March 2017

monotonous

So much ink on these pages,
flipping from one to another,
flipping through day and night,
flipping in and out of the bed.

So much goes between
the ink and the flipping,

yet we don’t realise.

Just keep flipping.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Sinking

how would you see anything
anything
if your vision is blocked
by a parasite
on the shores of hope
in the waves
of anticipation
touching your feet
at every stroke
sinking you in
the porous
tomorrow
sinking
in
today,
disappearing
              feet
      legs
         palms
    chest,
eyes
look up
to their companion
waving at the horizon
drowning
red dark spots
hover in the sight
and a crescent
above
it's getting dark
and the spots,
dark red,
are also drowning
in a darker background
        time
to go
       home


5 3 '17

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Silence

my hands are coveting
the silence
which stands in front of me
naked
a desire so loud
a desire
naked
I reach out
with trembling fingers
trembling breath
I reach out to succumb
the silence
within the gaps
of my trembling fingers
within the parenthesis
of breathing
in
            and

                        out