Change
It is time to end
the thought of women
as bodies draped too much or too little…
Change
It is time to end the thought of women as bodies draped too much or too little…
Becoming nature
…and the blossoms and flowers
bear hope for my bones.
Connected to human truths
I can hear into the ocean and see through the years I can paint with my voice and sing with my hands I can feel in abundance and be stingy
Peace in and around us
But we hurt
/We hurt
/We hurt…
Not hold on…
She looked up into the clouds
Asking for continuity…
Beyond our memories
The snow that floated down on the years left memory puddles dried in the sun…
Venus closing in
At dawn she stood in front of the door, steaming cup inside of her hands, she noticed a star in the eastern sky. It was dancing brightly towards the earth,
Clover of Four
(for my mother who would have turned 85 today) Betwixt the primal automn air I stroll along on worn out fields; I look for her in glowing leaves that tumble
The eternal transcience
Little petal’s white on the grass They have been thrown – simply to pass Noble peacock’s call in the grove They have been reared – only to rove Tender lamb’s
Broken
Within our genes , a family history itches from centuries below.
Spring in time
& I felt the roots of our family tree hugging me gently…
Nothing more…
I have nothing more to offer than…
Shattered years
If I could freeze
the snow in midair…
Beauty versus Beast
Beauty versus beast
Winter’s mood
…phrases I planted out
of blue
they never melt those days
of ice
Lamentation of an disenchanted do-gooder
Throw that syrup up the wall
Nothing sweet! Not at all.
The fields are shred to open wounds,
chopped to cost-effective chunks.
Inhale the moment
I, who had been running from my years…
Trust the sun
No haze remains…if…
Nullified
…they even went and sold their proper shadow, I have been told.
Eulogy for a Winter soul
… I long for an Angel to help us through
Tiny piece of earth
Be the sun…
The life of the dutiful kind
“Press on, press on!”, a wind gust was urging, “life lies before you and regret’s left behind”.
An autumn prayer
The angels are flying low today, Looking for life to begin, Life to end…
Reminder for a disconnected soul
She did not know how to abandon a past nor why she should carry a future…
The earth has been anouncing
My garden has been awaiting dead-frozen-still silent foliage, overwhelmed, ceding to chillwinter’s will…
Potato Heart
Kindly put that disgust away There’s no where to march And no one to blame…
Most of all, be that human being
Be the gardener of your own little kingdom; be the poet of your own bestseller list; be the librarian of your own bookshelf; be the guru of your own school…but most of all…
Trees of complacence
In front of my bedroom window Pine trees brush against the horizon Triangle shades in a waving distance They stand tall in front of existence. They have not asked to
No more Women’s Days
Today I hear a thousand voices aired “Woman are equal, woman are free!” Today I read a thousand words written “Women can do it, women are strong!” Today I see
Buds of sunshine
Beyond any doubt the curtains are drawn the wounds are spread open to dirt and to hurt one eerie lie is disclosed after another. A pile of dead leaves has
The Justice of the Lone Swimmer
No fear of ever being left.
No doubt of ever being lost.
To work the Garden
Autumn slowly casts a softer light into the garden that now sheds its weight. The sun is tired, waiting to set, and trees and hedges forget their leaves. We grew
Creature’s hereafter
Life will continue its wondrous perpetuity while what it brings forth, will die in small fractions, for yesterday’s stories to fade in the sun. None of the remaining souls will
Beyond the fences
The garden had been prepared from winter frost for summer dust by hand and by machine to look as humans expect it from a patch of soil bought with a
Out now! My book “Days of endangered mortals – Poems of Indignation”
My latest collection of poetry is now available in bookstores as well as online throughout the world. This booklet is dedicated to my friends and colleagues at Médecins Sans Frontières, the United Nations, and other organisations for their heartfealt enthusiasm, idealism, and tireless efforts to make this world a better place for us all!
New artwork
Recently I have been taking up painting again. Well, let’s say this is a bit experimental as I paint on an app. I either draw from scratch on a white
Snowflake and the time traveller
She lifted her head and noticed the clouds bringing snowflakes from the East. And while an old song was playing she thought, with a certain amazement, that snowflakes had always
Reluctant culprit
(for all women who fight to live in dignity) I turned around and years had been swallowed and nobody told me life would hasten to judge me again reluctant culprit,
The last days of a ruthless tribe
I realize that bearing the consequences of my and other generations is a perpetual mea culpa. Our race has plundered, exploited, and killed for hundreds of years and still we
Appeal to Ignoramus
Cotton ball mountains
across the sphere
rain giant figures
march on the pier
The fate of the rabbit
I have small rabbit Caged in a box A lone little creature With one floppy ear It maims but the carrots, and salads, and roots And still it’s imprisoned on
Glorious day!
Yaaaaay! One of my poems was accepted for publishing on this site for social justice poetry! It is on their site now 🤗 My poem is called “A Swansong for
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