Three things I am grateful for:
a) my breath
b) cheap pens
c) indifference

how he felt i did not know until
his recollections of our first meeting
unspooled like a film
with so much texture and soft nuance

In a small trunk I keep a multitude of things: a broken compass, a clutch of embryonic poems, an old-fashioned time-piece, a string of my mother’s pearls, chess pieces belonging to my dad, and a collection of pictures. Moving from city to city I carry the trunk with me. It is a few inches wide, round on the edges, shorter in depth. Yet, there is room for more, enough for all the mosaic of the world, for more memories still, more ventures, more of him, maybe.

i know sleep is coming
when my body feels heavier
when my body feels lighter

a bit like falling in love
maybe also death

my shadows understand
his shadows

the way

his soul knows
my soul

the wall of indifference
is made of concrete
and hundreds of storeys high

whoever lives this side of it
will be protected from
torment and strife

and turn
bit by bit
into stone


  1. This is wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Nico. I always appreciate your generosity.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. deep and intense. Wonderful text.


    1. Thanks, Fer, that’s a lovely compliment.


  3. Simply Expressed Feelings · · Reply

    Awesome! 👍:-)


  4. You have a really good feel for poetry and if, for now, you simply want to express and share your poetic soul via a blog, that’s wonderful!

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    1. Oh, Ellen, thank you so much for your encouragement. Coming from you, it is such a huge compliment.


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