The Blind Man
The blind man
walks slowly to the voting polls
reaches for a lever
and pulls it.
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Non so piú cosa fare
Non so piú cosa fare
I don’t know what to do
War after war,
all in the name of peace.
Rain in Mexico
skies filled with darkening clouds
plop, plop, plop
drops like water balloons fall without warning.
The Cave
velvety black
iridescent blue
scattered with jewels
Truth
earth in darkness
punctuated by pinpoints of light
silence of truth
punctuated by lies
engulfed in Truth
Night Unvoiced
light of silence
fades into words unspoken.
night unvoiced
Full Moon Rising
full moon rising
extinguishing darkness
and its sparkling jewels
All turns to pale melancholy
Night Silence
Dawn’s light seeking to obliterate silence
Night, overpowering Day’s cacophony
Loneliness reaching to touch silence
Darkness, singing the song of fire.
Gazing
Gazing over the land
the verdant mist of becoming
moist with the dew of life
glistening in the yellow rose warmth.
Alejandra Pizarnik – Night
Running where, I don’t know
here, there,
twisting, turning.
Basta!