“The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is swallowed by the icy comber Of eternity. On the frightening reef The purple remains go to pieces, And the dark voice mourns Over the sea. Sister in my wild despair Look, a precarious skiff is sinking Under the stars, The face of night whose voice is fading.” Georg Trakl. Translated by Robert Bly; The… Read More
You said you have died I died the day you told me Winter came early © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.
She wore her nightdress Black as gold like a dark star Baptism of fire © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.
Rusty my soul aches Like a tired arthritic back Loving is my balm © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.
Pressure cookers swoosh In a need to let off steam Learning to let go © BluecuspCreative 2017 – All rights reserved.
Your side of our bed aches To feel the ease with which Your long curves slip between the sheets Your pillow bereft of your breath No longer sighs under the weight Of your head as your cheeks Caress its feathered down The fetid air yearns to be disrupted by your scent As you gracefully turn over Reaching toward me As the early morning light Seeps through the shuttered window. ©Bluecusp Creative 2017… Read More
Amid the dancing fireflies My heart rejoices To the soulful ghazals Drifting through the night sky Traces of your blushing smile Embrace me from above as Moonbeams caress my cheeks All that’s missing is you. ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.