In one go… #8

In the style of The Microscope… Rewind. Shhh, don’t say anything, don’t express anything, you can’t. Disappear. And yet, I seem to still hear the sound of your voice, the sound of those words, your words still echoing in my mind. They echo, they worm their way in, they insist. A sweet melody or a … More In one go… #8

In one go… #7

Waiting for The Microscope… And just like that, now annulled. Oh that your heart become stone and your glance ice. Oh that your soul shut up and your Id disappear. Forever. Like water that flows, let everything simply go. Like an autumn leaf, resign yourself to the wind, alone. Resign yourself to death. Inevitable. And … More In one go… #7

In one go… #6

Waiting for The Microscope… It will be, maybe, one day a breath of wind. It will be, maybe, that red leaf of a maple tree already bare that falls slowly to the ground. It will be, maybe, the first fog of an autumn morning that wraps around the nearby horizon. It will be, maybe, the … More In one go… #6

In one go… #5

Waiting for The Microscope… You are… A sudden light that fascinates and muddles, that reawakens spirit and common sense, that disturbs them and amazes them. A cloud on the horizon before the storm, a bolt of lightning that blinds, that disappears, and doesn’t stay. Violent thunder before the storm, a strong storm that whistles, freezes, … More In one go… #5

In one go… #4

Waiting for The Microscope… Today slip slowly, slip again. On streets, cars, alleys and mansions; on open umbrellas, dripping street lamps, on people’s heads, and on me. Today fall slowly, fall constantly. Wash away the bad, the emptiness, the freeze, the pain; then clear the head, soul and heart, cancel doubt, incomprehension, error. Today steal … More In one go… #4

Merry Christmas!

Wishing a very Merry Christmas to you all… 🙂 (waiting for #TheMicroscope – Some Call It Poetry) An excerpt from the novel Meeting Laura, chapter 4: While it seems that nothing else matters – “Everyone needs a quiet happy place…” Souls celebrating, table set, the kitchen’s warmth, the house full of life and the littlest ones playing. Chatting, food, … More Merry Christmas!

In one go… #2

Waiting for The Microscope… Nothingness spreads wide, drying the earth. Slowly colors fade; every leaf falls to the ground. Death. Once that recognized profile is seen, the eye remains ever vigilant. It perceives the presence, the soul, now frozen, still feels Life. (So much so that it almost bothers it.) Why do you ignore me? … More In one go… #2

In one go… #1

Waiting for The Microscope… It’s cold. It’s freezing. Inside, outside, around. Deep inside. The way can’t be seen. Lights off and dark. And shadows. Shadows of memories that fill up the brain. They leave the mind breathless, and weigh down the heart. Glass fogged up, ice, wind that strips away the skin and the soul. … More In one go… #1