The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...



Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Siren Song

At sunset the mermaid will sing

Tempting the brave sailor to join in.


The wave sinuously exciting the sea


Like a sensual woman, lying down


On a bed of blue oblivion…



Her silk gown slides from her back


She looks over her shoulder, the centuries stop


To recover their breath. It’s a sweet look


A look of sweet death.


All the promises he gave, have to be broken


He’s now her slave, a mere token


Of her mesmerizing beauty.


Lights and sounds travel across the sea,


To the island of forgiveness.



Music is the heart of the abandoned ships


And the midnight shadows bring no hope


Music is the pain that heals and kills.


Forever more. Always gently, but deadly

Like years before. Like the angel chorus at dawn


Waiting for tomorrow to unveil the illusion.


Until the death of time, love is a breath


On the lovers’ skin. Sing it all the way


Till the last flame of the sweet confusion.


Listen, it begins…



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