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Fear Lives

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fear lives in us

the more we push it

out the more

it sinks its roots in the dark

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to be able

to recognize it when

we look from its eyes

terrified

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at life well aware

we don’t understand

what influences us is what

halts my words now

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What It Takes

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the garden repeats

itself with no shame

day after day

year after year

it is the ritual of life

honest repetitions

with no aim to gain

simply to be

I learn each day

from these visits

each step I take

wisdom sheds

entering me

imperceptible

it takes a needy

heart to see

this incredible

life experience

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What It Takes

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the garden repeats

itself with no shame

day after day

year after year

it is the ritual of life

honest repetitions

with no aim to gain

simply to be

I learn each day

from these visits

each step I take

wisdom sheds

entering me

imperceptible

it takes a needy

heart to see

this incredible

life experience

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Stand Always

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stand always
at the beginning of things

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keep that attitude
as your compass in life

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you are never at the
end it will never be

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the end of the world
but always for us

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the beginning
of anything new

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This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”.

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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

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not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

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red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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2.

after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

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then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

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the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

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we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

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considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

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inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

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you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

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listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

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of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

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busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

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every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

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nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

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you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

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the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

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I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

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almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

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now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

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at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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The New Territory

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the new territory

I found myself on

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this not knowing

all I could know

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waiting long days

molding thoughts

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making the dark

ones captive

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feeling your body

changing under

your finger tips

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If I could

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if I could just scan

the soil and the earth

looking for ghosts

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lingering

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looking for

someone they pretend

they lost

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taking time

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while we blindly go

continuing our lives

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Possibilities

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tall piles of books
tall piles of paper
tall piles of drawings
tall piles of note taking
tall piles of poems scribbled

a few empty jars cleaned out
I live in my ideal city pushed
back in the corner I sit
each title a windows’
line each space

a possibility

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To The End

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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs

jump for joy

the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out

slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars

he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender

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© 2013

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