Desolate rain

Desolate  rain

A menacing fox walks

covered by a box

Snowy trees remind me of sparkles

On her nails, the sparkles
glisten like a tree
left in the snow all night

Calamity

There is calm in calamity
the way there's a pip in an olive
lodged right in the middle,
felt at only when bitten into.

time and this body

Age is a reference
to the relation you have
with a timely body:
ailing, wailing, slowly failing.

observations

From the sky, it all looks small
especially humans, like tiny ants
the ego dissipates

Fear and fire

Like a wildfire, it will eat up with its arms
all the sides of yourself you were keeping safe
this fear

Sunday, olives

The ladder positioned between me and the tree

tells a hundred stories 

of running away to hide in branches 

where only the imagination would find me 

scrawling a plan on torn pieces of paper 

pretending its animals skin 

that I am a queen from olden times 

fallen into the recent age by chance 

this is childhood, now older 

with the tree in my hands 

instead of me in hers 

picking its sons and daughters 

how much have you both grown! 

too much excitement is not good for women

because the rational cannot compete with the tender 

because the excepted cannot grant way for those unable to beat misery 

with the back of their hands 

because like little glitter you cannot box smiles 

because there are things needed at the house 

because the washing up will stay unwashed 

the dishes dirty, the kids unfed

because it replaces the heart with a butterfly 

because it is not acceptable 

because it preludes to bad things 

because it requires energy 

too much excitement is not good for women.  

olive picking

Three on the floor
legs between buckets and century old trees
olives pitted and non pitted
let down to earth with nimble hands

A game of hands: rock, paper, scissors

it used to be a childhood play
that my hands would tell
your destiny

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Flights,Birds, Skies

There is something the jailer does not know;
you can take the birds down from the sky

yet you cannot take the sky away from its inhabitants
it stays in them, because it has always been home

this is the sense of wings, there's a new power
that is given by virtue of the space that opens up

to contain the power of the flight
once taken, like a release, like freedom is to life.

in the room, a woman

She stuck in the room
like a cigarette
in a pile of cigars

less expensive
yet still destructive

a song on motivation

Tools to make
the space is an open floor for you
to create, just start

minimal life

Try looking at the things you keep
unlike humans, you are able to discard
items that are shelled-out

fished from other people's pockets
or dreams, broken up stones
end of evenings, boring conversations

try extracting the old
out with it and in with shiny things
against the rule of your head

try looking at things you keep
to add onto you, like boulders
on your shoulders 

me, you and a birthday

like a betrayal
this day dawns again
when I had asked for complete darkness

a writing in the head

How frustrating
is the process of writing
something that you cannot hear in your head

& pride

That I step behind you when I could have stepped beside you
that I learn to look at the same things you see with an extended pair of eyes
that I take myself away from the floor and give you the dance
that I compensate of speechless moments with time
then call it a change of energy and something like love and power
packed in a cloud

things I call autumn

once more left
to this rush
the fake leaves I make and call autumn

letter, words, thoughts

you can say a lot
in so many words, thus poetry
still never lacking in power

heat and cold

how to do deflect from cold?
try a sheet made of wool

how do you deflect from heat?
try a bit of water for better measure

how do you keep a heart warm?
try small things

how do you keep a heart cold?
try the wrong statements