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...



Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Labyrinth of Desire

Build me a palace
Let me wander barefoot
Through the corridors of ornaments
And ancient splendor.
Tiled floors, marble columns
Fountains and gardens
Of pure delight.
Let me be your princess.
Let us shut the world out.
Where no monsters can find us.
Where angry shadows cannot reach.
Behind the walls of the palace
Where silence sets the tone
For the most beautiful melodies
Waiting for the right moment to be released
From ancient instruments into eternity.
No one can see.
No one can take part.
It’s a secret.
It’s our secret.

Our sweet little mystery.