“…we all close the curtain eventually”
E.Rinaldi, a poet
Close curtain –
just beginning of Life,
that lies behind –
changing clothes, roles
and masks,
décor, sets,
new tasks
on weightless
shoulders of
certainty.
No duality here,
you live
what you dream
with Yes and No
extreme,
no line of time
to compare,
determine –
you soar, fly
as hero.
‘Life well spent
is long’-
Da Vinci discovered
death as reward –
you never know,
where and how
it’s handy to use
the secret sward,
created by one
mind’s extent
power.
Taking charge,
changing rules
of the spin
(what a challenging
price!)
maybe best way
to win,
then next time,
when the curtain
arises -
one might either
be seen
as Nero or Paganini.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Reincarnation
Monday, April 29, 2013
The story
The story you tell me
inspired by the Moon,
climbed to the sky
under sounds of Loon,
turning to silver
the faded dry vine,
wrapped around
the water tower spine,
filling the trees
with night mighty power,
stretching the twigs
up to channel, empower
worried birds – to fly
higher dreams,
bewildered human – to see
beyond reefs…
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Sunday, April 28, 2013
Chains
grimacing in pain
as if at the pillory,
displayed
for observation –
how your guts will
tolerate the disclosure,
publicity,
revelation
of your true self…
We were once told:
you’re nothing to lose
except the chains,
but the whole world
you gain…
in our quest
for freedom.
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Friday, April 26, 2013
Hastily
...you say:
no matter
how many books
one reads -
ending is
in platter
under reeds
chewing on
your neighbor's meat,
marching with the crowd,
singing their song
as if never written
your unique chanson...
ripped so recklessly,
pieces - in the sand,
burial pattern of ancestry
fertilizing land...
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Dependence
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In your world
full of distraction...
where the soul's
deeply dipped
sipping
the truth
of million cells,
nerves
and emotions,
views,
commotions,
zipped
for foreign eye,
but subservient
to tides
of the moon...
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Spectrum
I look through your eyes
at the sun,
as if through a prism -
how many colors you give me
not knowing their rhythm :
frown - gray, brown,
green, purple hues;
smile - a rich palette
of yellow and blue;
play - red-orange robins
filling the air,
bustling around with
prophetic flair...
I'd like to dissolve
in these colors forever,
I know they all come
together in light,
I want to believe it
while my foot sinking
into the snow...
oh, Spring!
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