Category: Poetry

A black bird on the road

A black bird opened its wings which were white underneath and let me read the message sent by the high winds which gushed through the valley. Do not cross roads with me. I am...

The sounds of water

The sound of water from where it comes, to where it runs. Heaving as it passes under the bridge. Murmuring in the brook on the green. Roaring as it falls down from the height....

Why do you have to wait?

Why do you have to wait for the spring rain to water the red lilies? I asked the keeper? I have enough tears hidden deep in waiting to soak the dry earth so the...

Everything comes to an end

Everything comes to an end the breeze whispered to the weeping willow. Our tale was a tale written on the bricks of a dead-end street, ***. On an old town where the keeper had...

The summer night

Sometimes as the night falls from the sky and the clouds hide the pale moon and the silence settles inside and out the unfinished dream of a summer night wakes up to the fragrance...

If I were

If I were half a century younger, the woman sitting next to me, in the white corridor saturated with the odours of people confessed: “I would not shy away from falling in love with...

What if?

What if I haven’t departed so fast and waited for the first spring flowers to bloom? What if love hadn’t been erased from the memory of the garden? What if I had known your...

My Children

The syllables of your names fills my heart with love. It is with much pride and jubilation that I remember the paths you crossed from childhood to the adolescent in this land, which was...