Monday, 29 February 2016

they are not painted

all the lines across my skin
many roads I have traveled
these colorful marks on me


Sunday, 21 February 2016

depiction of Jesus

there is no  evidence so far
that something that you appreciate
is also a feature you have


Sunday, 14 February 2016

spinners

they rise on stained-glass wings, like angels

circles

circles never end
dancing eager for a chance
to break the spell

Thursday, 11 February 2016

its message

I get dressed for the ocassion
trying to  compete with its immense  gown

I wish I could understand it
like a wild lover he caresses  the stones with its  eternal rocking
he breakes them  with its  loving arms

fascinated I think about its message
I remain quiet listening   to the waves in the solitude of the morning