A is for Apple

The cloud

 receives his gaze

Apples roll underneath the leafless tree 

Writing like Shadows

The name on my phone,

Flickers, like a summer wind between the leaves-

In a whim I scribble my thoughts like a shadow is following me 

into a small corner of a Parisian alley

Self

What happens when the self-less
turns selfish?, no less is more now--
Why does a fish tail dangle from the self, splashing the others away?

Holes

Void,
Thick, like no lines of poetry
Like a day with no tomorrow
Away from familiarity, faces, sounds, smiles
There lands a black hole sucking away light, terming itself
the edge
of
emptiness.

Goodbyes

Closing a page,
Closing the book
A chapter flies madly by
One fact hides: I am the worst with goodbyes.

Helios

Slide on rays,
Past nineteen degrees, past the newly blossomed shoot
Past the daffodils, green patches and swinging kids
See that horizon?
It is there I buried winter.

Relics

Unclear pieces of history;
Pieces of china, disfigured bodies
Eroded wood, limestone and paint
Five pairs of eyes and a mummy stare from behind the glass