new friends

discovering new friends
everyday
as old ones part
path of life in
its rocking shadows
welcome to my world
poetry lover

AL

The little fête

I take a bottle of wine
and I go to drink it among the flowers.
We are always three - counting my shadow
and my friend, the shimmering moon.
Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking
and my shadow is never thirsty.
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, the guests must depart.
This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me
and my shadow follows me.


Li po (701-762)

i will not cry again

I went running through this place
And I realized something
I had died inside
I went jogging through this place
And I realized I wanted to die
I sat crying in this place
And my tears fell silent
And un-heard
I went walking through this place
And I realized something
We shall not be here for ever
Or for long
I should enjoy
This only life
I get to live
But then
I went sprinting through this place
And realized
My sun has risen
And I should die
So die I will
I was found at this place
My body; cold and wet
With tears, blood,
And a message
"I will not cry again"

Lauren Sasel

flowers

Is my flowers I sent you, in your hands? or those are another person's flowers you received?


AL

see you some day in a special way

Images in my eyes
Stories of our lives
Trickle down the wall
Ignoring reality's call

In a distant place
With no time or space
Only gentle memories
What a painful tease

Making me think
That in just one blink
I could maybe return
Have; for which I yearn

Have no more wishing
Have no more missing
To attain my desire
Put out this fierce fire

Burning in my heart
It is tearing me apart
All those times are gone
And it feels so wrong

Athame

and then you left

wanting
to see
to understand
what cannot be understood by plain souls
craving
crawling
desire and despair
lost
words and places
bodies
see you then
when finally you get there
where I have been since you left

AL

A Song of Despair

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!

I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not
drowned!

From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!

Pablo Neruda

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda

why

You sit on a wooden stool and wonder
Lights dim, music pounds, people stare
Why are you here?

Glasses clink as mirrors reflect blank faces
Women, men, wine and beer
Why do you stay?

Your eyes become clouded and heavy
Your mind screaming inside your head
Is anyone listening?

A once crowed place becomes empty
The bartender asks you to leave
Can you find your car?

A cold mist awakens your face and covers the ground
Dangerous risks are welcomed as you drive,
Have you the nerve?

The trip is not remembered
With morning comes reality
Are you still alive?

David Anthony