Free Verse # 377 (gypsy way, rooted in love)

At the entrance
of the poem
I wait for you,
in my hand a vow
weaved
with the light of the moon.

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O heart
what do I do with you?
I cast you
you come back,
I hold you
you turn away,
I wait for you
you fail to come,
O heart
always on the run.

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In the morning
your voice comes to me
and I shake like a leaf
caught in the wind

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A dash of salt and honey; a handful of poetry.

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Always
a little ink in my blood
to paint the shadows
of the burning flowers

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Woman brave enough to meet me
In the throbbing heart of poetry

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This poetry,
a chalice we raise
and pour
over the world…
the moon at dawn.

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Without a word uttered
our poems
conversed all night
in the light
of the stars and moon

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The swift step
of your shadow
moving across my poem
blooming at dawn

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I gaze into her face
and my eyes drift,
a bird flying
through a sea of fog,
and this flight
becomes my journey,
this journey becomes home.

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What does it take
to make the poem dance?
A smile from her lips,
A gaze from her eyes.

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Even after I die
some things will never change,
stars will shine,
waves will roll,
and my breath will seek yours
in the infinity of the sky.

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Take me with you
on a gypsy kind of road,
from poem to poem
a life of wandering,
in our bag
the moon and stars,
and a kiss shared
like bread like wine,
a kiss shared
for the rest of our days.

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Will you come? –
I am no longer sure;
like a poem standing
in its own grave,
all around me grows
the silence of the sky.

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Softly softly
sway inside of me,
this gentle rub
the sigh of poetry.

A Promise Fulfilled

The old faith,
that most beautiful
legacy of youth,
came back to me,
and again
there was joy in my heart,
again, inside,
dawn hushed white
and the sky breathed out,
and in the silence
I heard a voice
like a wave
coming over me,
coming out from me,
in the silence
I heard a voice
telling me to live my life
free of care,
that in the darkest
and most isolated corner
I am seen,
I am living in reciprocity
with life in its entirety,
telling me to unfold
my own myth,
be who I am
by embracing my becoming.

The old faith
came back to me
and again
I found my face,
a flower among flowers
blooming silently,
a star among stars
shining silently,
again I found my face
and there was joy in my heart,
a fulfilling of the promise
that love once made to me.

Haiku # 431

No words to say
only heartbeats hushed
in the ear of the moon

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Quieter each year
only speaking
with the light of the moon

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Misfit heart…
a patchwork of poetry
inked in silence

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

Ending the day
her breath, a shawl
wrapped around my neck

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Batroun, November 06, 2016

In my teacup
steeping
the white leaves of the moon

Tanka # 88 – Haiku # 430

Shaking bones…
poems in the moonlight
catching fire

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Dust and shadows…
a butterfly fading
in the waves of the moon

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In the heart of the night
who comes to find me?
With a deathly kiss
the light of the moon.

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Ladder of silk strings
in the deathly hollow…
light of the moon

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Biting the apple
of my heart…
light of the winter moon

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Fervent on her breast
I write my blood…
the breast of the moon

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Stab my heart
to a beating throb
samurai moon

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In my hot cup of tea
steeping
the leaves of the moon

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Who comes? Who goes?
gazing at the world
with the eye of the moon

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A passing world
busy with nothing…
thin curve of the moon

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Moon of silence
moon of shadows
and a poppy heart
drinking
the sad smile of your light

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Impotent men
always parading
their fucking escapades

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Pinned by the penis
with which they fuck…
impotent at heart

Free Verse # 376 (we are poetry)

Le poème en elle
achève son corps ;
la poésie
dans ses yeux
plante ses feux,
fontaine qui arrose
terre et cieux.

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Her breasts…
a spring of flowers
blooming in my mouth

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With silver moonlight
I braid her hair,
kiss her freckles
to burning stars;
with the jasmine’s breath
I balm her neck,
rouse the dawn
in her eyes;
with autumn’s sun
I water her silence,
ripen the last figs
on her lips;
with dawn’s light
I rub her eyelids
clear blue as the water
of infinite skies.

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On the evening wind
your voice
calls out to me,
breath of tea,
breath of jasmine,
a simple intimacy
open like the moon.

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On the bank we sit
whispering secrets
to each other
and watching
the river flow,
soon, soon,
the river becomes we
and our froth
the world’s poetry,
soon, soon,
into each other
we merge and melt
and when someone asks
Who am I?
Who are you?
We look in each other’s eyes
and smile
as our silence whispers,
We, we are simple,
We are the moon’s white heartbeat,
We are poetry.

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Morning…
I rinse my face
with the water
of your fragrance;
I fill my heart
with the cup
of your silence.

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Each month
when the moon disappears
for a day or two
know it is sailing
the sea of her hair
down to its dark roots,
know that as she sighs
it will rise again,
rebirthed from her womb.