Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Monday, January 29, 2018
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Friday, January 26, 2018
Storm
The storm is coming. All its heat
will be driven upon us. Yet before it comes let us thwart its malice and make a
sweet love upon the grass. Let us impress our lust upon its soft, green, blades
and leave the shape of our ardour as hollows that wait for a quenching flood.
Then we shall also wait satisfied and yet still thirsting. But that shall not
be the end, for we shall wait to taste the first drops of rain. Savour the
clear drops that fall upon us and let them wash away our drying salt of
passion. There under cover of endearment we will watch the lightning sear
gloomy skies and such a thunder shake us, we shall think we are in the throes
of passion once more.
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Monday, January 22, 2018
Falling Stars
Snow swirls in moonlit silhouette
As if the universe has frozen
And the stars are falling to earth
Silently it falls through night sky
Drops in its brief victory till ruin
Yet just momentarily it is eternal
And all I wish for then,
Is to sleep upon this blanket of
cold?
Merge into the fallen, yielding
layers
And cool high ideals with the icy
realism
Nothing is ever as it first appears
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Friday, January 19, 2018
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Fragrant army
Text here, in case it is not clear
They will come soon
Blooms will rise again
Come out the cold ground
Into borders and flowerpots
They shall
Spring from the draining meadows
Like soldiers of peace
Marching under a summer sun
And they will come
To wage a war on gloom
And in armistice's of exquisite colour
They shall,
Make such a fragrant peace
Upon the winter ravaged earth
