You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Thursday, May 15, 2008


I stand
At a distance
Far away from where I should be…

I sit on the shoulders
Of a stone
And below me the revolting silence of the water…

I see the seagulls on the face of water
Searching for some bough to perch
I extend one arm…

I turn up at the blue to feel their love
But that they left me with-
is their haunting shrieks!

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