Poem: Secrets of the sea

painting by Daria Petrilli

fingers weaving blue velvet

to surround myself with

electric pulse running through

parts of the body as if

gaining consciousness

from deep within me

a tree grows outward

my heart an ocean

that sends out waves

for a beacon to guide to safety

life flows like a river

bruising and polishing

against the rocks

thoughts are like fish

finding a current

always longing

to understand

the secrets

of the sea

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 Written for the Mag #265.

Poem: Travellers

swift travellers through time

when all we know is now

what did you do on this day, a year ago?

not something you would know

but social media might

unfinished business creeping

into your fever dreams

soul screaming in the silence of 4 am

in fear of not existing

glittering rain painting on the ceiling

those native stars

trying to guide us back to ourselves

lets' prevent the fires from failing

providing us with endless possibilities

lets' bury the soles of our feet into the soil

the consciousness of us all

roaming the open roads

defying mortality of our bodies

on a journey through universe

what it is that you contain?

what it is that you carry with you?

when all you have is this moment

to live

Poem: Spider web and dust

spider web and dust clings to the things

your fingers have abandoned

as tornado pulls through

your life and you watch

everything unfold; in one moment

you find a key to make meaning

do not be afraid of storms.

Poem: Dancing

sow flowers in my hair

as the summer eve softly touches the skin

smell of sweet wine fills the air

sounds of acoustic guitars take our feet

onto the meadows

where we spin round and round

until we shake ourselves lost

and in the middle of the dance we are found

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Aaah, I've been dreaming of dancing in the green meadows the whole day...as I was watching snow falling. I'm so looking forward to spring... and maybe someday I will get to experience this wish of mine.

Poem: Handle with care

you can tear and burn the photographs

but those dreams that fell apart

still linger on, yet somewhat changed

wishes upon the stars

tumbled on empty ears

always hoping for better days

holding back the tears

for the want of freedom

avoiding selling your soul

to achieve the goals

the heart believes what it believes

and it's the best guide you can listen to

and handle with care