be still my love - my life
the shadow nears (its
lightning arsenal firing)
why does it hunt you
why does it cry
as though its lucent sorrow could fall
into your dusky arms the way I do
one tender moment of each day
sand bound to stone
why does the scarred face of
this crumbling low not unnerve
I thought this being a lit forum, some might be interested in seeing Alexander Dumas' grave site. I spent the entire afternoon at the Cimetière de Montmartre. There are several painters including Edar Degas, writers and poets buried there but, Alexandre Dumas fils (son) is I would guess the most famous of them...
Arrived Saturday morning and, it's everything I've ever hoped or dreamed and more. I'm attaching some of the photos I've taken so far.
I am living in the 18th Arrondissement know as Montmartre. Many famous classic artists lived in this section of town or had art studios here. Though I haven't yet had time to write a poem, one is brewing! Adieu mon amis!
ps: There are more than 100 photos (in 1.5 days LOL) on my facebook. If you are interested you can see them
When The Hurricanes Return
it must have been because
the birds and my eyes fell from the sky
that I needed something to hold and
rode at dusk on Encuentro beach
sorrel tarantula running down
the cricket’s evensong
past girls with legs like herons basking
past boys with plantains in their hands
I’ve been to the cloud forest where wind trees
wink silver and pale magnolias dissolve
loose petals on a white capped sea.
Where I stepped out of a beach towel and
thirty nine notes of Chopin’s raindrops hit the shore
I put my right foot in - I put my right foot out
but, I’m afraid of the arm’s length centipede
behind the dresser. Wiki says it lays eggs.
Now I can’t sleep -
hard - like the