FOR POETRY

I think back to the day I said I was going to write about one poem per day. Even if I wasn’t working all the day, I still do not think that would be possible. Each poem requires so much reflection, and I never feel I reflect enough to do that. The current poem is just not grabbing me in any way and I feel at a loss to write about it, my head is swarming with the names of all the things, words, and my confusion is over the final sentences as well as my concern over the beautiful visions. I can’t even begin to write about this poem. That is exactly what this poem is about. It’s about distractions. It’s about trying to stay on a course yet finding yourself pulled by temptation or drained by the necessary aboard the life train. It would be so much easier to let life derail me from my goal. How important is this goal, really I asked myself when I’m much too tired to even open a word document to start writing. So, once again I have to remind myself why I even began this in the first place. I...

I came along  and wrote a song for you all the things you do it was called yellow so then I took my time what a thing you've done and it was all yellow your skin and bones turned into something beautiful and you know  I love you so   inch by inch  step by step I float closer to nowhere  closer to nothing a world reveals itself to me  as I observe with lonesome eyes endless it may seem  this empty life is more complete  the illustrious mountain top  with its sprinkle of snow  and flurry of the forest emerging from the world  beneath my wings  it recognizes my existence that soul reaches out to me  touches me as it knows me the mountain stands tall and proud  its own existence visible I approach her  adore and understand her  thanked her for the gift  she has given me I pass through her radiant landscapes  every detail appreciated  all the memories cherished yet on this path I chose  I...

When two birds sing in the morning under your window, and their shrill cries  wake you up from your bed, look out into the street,  spring has come, and if you have loved,  you will linger that morning. The stream that zigzags  and runs for miles, searching for all the groves  to the far reaches the fields, look for the warm  spring  that calls it behind the white hills, and both of them  reunited in confused silence. We will go to die of love  in the sea shore now, when you say that you love me,  and then you dance in the village with all the boys  who have hair curly, you lie brazenly, so tomorrow I will go away further than this country,  further than all the clouds.

The lights deep in her eyes can make a blind fall in love her perfumed body attracted immensly my heart I surely feel that  she is from elsewhere. Her ways of saying nothing of speaking only memories her way to move when she starts to dance when she reaches my height she certainly is from elsewhere. I'm ready to leave with her to other places to other shores but she did not answer maybe words are worthless to her but for me  she's from elsewhere. She has beautiful hands to damn the soul of a painter her venetian silhouette  when she leans  I know this gesture by heart and I fell in love with her. I'm ready for all the wakes towards other places towards other spaces because her love has a value she is from elswhere.

I've seen pretty things in life I've seen some images  that have delighted me and I've had gray days also nice days young laughters and empty dreams. I believed in stories of  love and believed in promises  I even heard words  that tasted like purity. But it was the most beautiful the moment I saw you the prettiest thing i n life it's only you. There are other pretty things  quarrels and jealousies and believe me when I feel my morale seizing up all I have to do is come and kiss you then everything lights up it's magic just to you see.

 A deserted street last night of October nothing seems moving just a lighthouse lighting up the sidewalk. I need to find someone because I can not sleep I'm looking for a little warmth to put in my poor heart. In a corner I look at the sea swaying while listening to a record of some good music. In my heart it should dance and then a shadow girl in high heels she sways her hips and puts a little warmth deep inside my heart.

You  came out of my dreams without making a sound you were unreal in the real life  where we live you left me nothing just a flower's perfume stuck to the morning. In our body to body we played the same chords heart to heart something like happiness you took me to other destinations in the heat of  summer nights. By chance I crossed your path in my solitude I also know this desire this beautiful attitude we understood each other without saying a word. Love was written on our skins but that moment of love  that you gave me lives in my soul until eternity that moment of pleasure  that I stole from you time will no longer be able  to catch up with it.

  My love so far I wait motionless all alone on this island I send a message to you. When I have to sing it's always you that I call quick or slow song my memories awaken the music is my way to come close to you. Under my fingers it's your body that I draw in my joy and happiness it's your face that I imagine music is my way of inventing you. my hope deep in my heart I switch to a minor chord music is my way to talk to you. These words I wrote they fly away to you and nothing will be able  to stop them.