THE ORDINARIES OF THE OUTSKIRTS

The ordinaries of the outskirts Grind grain by hand, Wash clothes on rocks by the river, Pummeling thick frayed fabric, They weave with fingers.   They dance to happy love songs, Drunk on the sweetest spring water. Rhythms that are alluring, Emanate from their clapping palms, And ethnic percussions.   They still believe in mountain gods: The dwellers of snow-capped peaks Who earned their respect … Continue reading THE ORDINARIES OF THE OUTSKIRTS

THE NIGHTMARE

She evades me mockingly, My verses lack rhyme with incomplete lines. A misty fog is settling around me. Headlights advance aimlessly. The trees are afraid. Weather sings operatic, Reaching a fevered crescent, And then, Silence.   She builds herself into a storm wall, And breaks on me, Shattering me to pieces. Before I know, I am travelling within the eyewall, To rain, On an unidentifiable distance. The … Continue reading THE NIGHTMARE

THE SADNESS OF EMPTY SPACES

The sadness of empty spaces And things left behind Settles gently Layer upon layer Like dust around the base of a forgotten flower vase Unsettles disconcertingly With gusts of memory That blow in impulsively From places you discover for the first time Within you   The sadness of empty spaces within you Is exquisite, enchanting and excruciating. What forgot you, Was given something from you. Even if … Continue reading THE SADNESS OF EMPTY SPACES