Nuit nordiqueNuit nordique2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La nuit est faite d'aurores
et de miettes de pain
MakerMaker3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How do you move within the stone?
And who has said that this is stone?
No one but I may say - no one.
And will they listen, every one?
No need for all, if some few will.
May I be one among the few?
Oh I will leave that up to you.
Veiled, unveiled, uncertain, sure,
Each day I choose - may it be well -
Stone - or story still to tell.
FallFall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip down a stair,
from one step to the one below?
Whose was it, then? Or was it yours alone?
In the morning you will know.
It was not a dream. Something fell.
In Search of DreamingIn Search of Dreaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder for how long
This thing has been living inside me.
A hidden, dormant
Waiting to emerge,
The unintelligible secret
Spilling from a mouth left ajar
And the dilapidation of broken synapses
At night in my dreams,
I am whole again,
And I can run
The way I can speak French flawlessly in the dreaming.
My hair streams behind me,
Kissed in moonlight
As I sail, swift,
In its silver remission,
And my lungs can hold
The breadth of the heavens
There in the limitless
Expanse of their space.
relicsrelics6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an unused airline ticket
the ticket stub from a concert played long ago
and the now worn out lyrics of a song
these things settle
into forgotten places
into the recesses of an untidy desk drawer
into the hidden compartment of a purse
or under the weighted location
between pages of an unread book
artifacts which alone do not speak
but which when unearthed
begin to tell a story
suggest a secret past
they are the tattered remnants of longing
sahmeransahmeran3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yılan geziyor çürümeye yüz tutmuş kasım
yapraklarının sokak gürültülerinin arasında
yılan geziyor göğsümün merkez çukurunda
yılan geziyor dillenen şarkıların nakaratında
afili kırmızı rujlu tok dişi bir yılan geziyor
birileri bizim adımıza bizim için söylüyor kötü şarkıları
birileri bizim için ölesiye sarhoş ölesiye kaplan bizim için
boğazlanan narin bakır kızların acıklı hikayesi gibi bir yılan
oturuyor en irice en heybetli ellerimin keskin kavşaklarına
oturuyor ne gitmeye ne kalmaya yarayan bacaklarımın
kesik kellelerinin, kös uçlarının damarlanan kırıklarına
herkes biliyor bazı yollar sadece geçmişe varıyor
bazı yollar sadece
after elizabeth bishop (and for a friend)after elizabeth bishop (and for a friend)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
last night i dreamed that
you loved me.
you took the moon
from its place in the the sky
and laid it in the white palms of
my open hands,
which set the white orb free,
the gentle toss becoming
the flight of wing on salty breeze.
its reflection passed over
deep and limitless,
but spangled with phosphorescence
mimicking the aching starlight above,
and then the bird was gone...
my hands left open
a silver basin of borrowed light,
shining from the night
of another poem.