Hovering
11 November 2017
Shake me soft
Keep me in waking
Retaking
Breath in deep
Harnessing before the sleep
Sands through fingers seep
Sigh my name
In between the heaves
Gather me
Autumn leaves
Shine me like summertime spent
By widow that grieves
Hovering
Moonlit passages
Keep me still
Wave instill
My being on ledge’s edge
Twixt heart and mind wedge
Reading of the poem:
Prelude 13 – Ketil Bjornstad
Through shores of the Heart
30 April 2017
Winking eye
Gather new plays sigh
We hurry
To bury
Corridors winding staircase
Intersect in case
Cutting edge
The cluster a wedge
Twixt two hearts
Banter smarts
Willingness a light token
A mend for broken
I am beam
Together we gleam
Moments Light
Birdlike sight
Distilling an unknown Art
Through shores of the Heart
Reading of the poem:
Love – Volkan Uca
Love letters from Netherworld
21 September 2015
.
I counted your words
Their rhythm’s pace merged with mine
They spelt our desires
-.
I looked at your face
Torture and doubt skinned it bare
Twin to my soul’s sighs
.
The morning whispers
Repeatedly shook our souls
Into waking jolt
.
I feel your soul’s flames
Within every inch of me
As our fingers touch
.
Connection of souls
My self knows of your soul’s cries
Your bodily greed
.
When spent the words come
Love letters from Netherworld
As souls infuse frames
.
A day will soon come
August 30, 2015
(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )
.
A distant call rings
Black echoes from beyond grave
Bring me back your blood
.
Served bloody sausage
Of our dead future
Oh what rotten fruit
.
Indigested dish
Brings back weary memories
From depths I had slain
.
It I had reviled
Tasted it in weightlessness
Stealthily, hidden
.
Heavy, disgusting
Sour-bitter of a dead past
An acid reflux
.
Vomit your offal
Finally free my stomach
To digest other
.
.
I would tear my skin
If it were to bear your stench
Make it new banner
.
I will clamour loud
The withering of my sighs
Satirised in vain
.
To live and then die
Of nature to wound myself
That in me slithers
.
A life extinguished
I collected the ashes
And made a new shroud
.
To die and then live
Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)
To cut everything
.
A day will soon come
Where a beautiful bright void
Will cleanse my stomach
.
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