Chiaroscuro

To lose faith daily 
upon the inanimate and easily destroyed,
of the diaphanous and frail fingers I remember 
from ten years ago, and why I've not seen fit to 
follow your call. 

You know Florence has always whispered; Barcelona, maybe, 
an epiphany of paella and fragrant dancing, the journey to 
Santiago di Compostela an arching wish before
this body falls and fails to prise itself 
off the floor. 

These are fruitful expectations in a world awash 
with nouveau thoughts, a revolution encountered 
over two centuries ago, a centrifuge buried within 
the pages of Voltaire and Rousseau, a wild joy 
at the exponential and raw. 


18/12/10

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

I'm always humbled when i read you..seems like you discover new avenues recounting thoughts that you entertained and didn't...seems like,if i got it right,that the poet is recounting what he has lost and gained through life's experience,
epiphany of paella and fragrant dances...wow..

[Emily B]

your voice always amazes me