Poem: Willow twig

A new poem and slideshow.

"

a tree abandoned by the forest

and overshadowed by the sky

                knows this kind of loneliness

where no doe would seek shelter

and no bee share its fruits

                seeds fall gently into the stream

where the wind gives no answers

and the clouds race forward

                offer no shoulder to the teary twig

there the roots are small, yet they find

a way through the hardest of soils

                and the driest of seasons

hide in a place where the fire

                doesn't turn cold

"

Poem: Silhouettes

I've made a video with drawings, photographs made through the years and a poem - Silhouettes, written this year. So, here it is now, hope you like it.

"our feet move as million lights go on and off

in our bedrooms; where we keep each others

secrets; there are still corners of our skin,

that we haven't yet discovered; and it's strange

how your whole body fits on the windowsill

                our eyes live a life of their own

judging all of our shells; with dreams in our

hands, yet still looking tiny to the world; our

lungs keep count of the steps we've taken;

stretching the hands above our heads; making

flying birds with our fingers; few inches into

the air they reach, makes us feel closer to the universe

                our bodies lie naked in the soil

dancers born between the night and day;

catching the feeling of infinity on wide

open plains; there's no need to feel shame;

after all, the sun doesn't make any difference in

                silhouettes between your body and mine"

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Poem: Remembering Imprints

sway, sway, sway

through the winter wind

bended wings in the snowcovered land

these nights I keep dreaming of the sea

wrapped under the warmth of an endless horizon

on the night sky I chose a light

to break the loneliness of sitting on the roof

more and more faces have faded, lacking time

mirrors can talk, but never listen

shadows creep out of their shape

glitter on the eyelashes melts

feels like going blind

there are many reflections of me

but none of them is true

still they are lasting

living without playing any roles

left out of other peoples' stories

never to show all the cards

you can move on, but never really leave

your heart, like the snow,

                -- remembering imprints