Friday, September 17, 2010

Haiku my heart: A Cripple Fantasy

Painting by Jim Mc Dermott

As if from nowhere - silently
you came - and you stood by me
a cripple fantasy

Riette

Thursday, September 16, 2010

When you come


This is not a sad poem. 
Its a poem filled with secrets, mysteries, borrowed love and soft memories of one stolen night  . . . . .

“Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief,
some joy Memories are made of this.”


Johnny Cash



        
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.
Maya Angelou 


Monday, September 13, 2010

Every word you say

"To me intimacy is to be myself in your presence"
Riette

 
"We've learned to be alone together"


I'm no good company
I guess that's true
I like my silence
Like I love you
But if you feel like talking, talk away
I'm gonna hang on every word you say


I'll stroke your shoulder
Without a word
A rush of blood
Was all I heard
But if you feel like whispering, whisper away
I'm gonna hang on every word you say


Sing one of your old songs
You do so well
You lift my spirits
My tolling bell
If you feel like singing, sing away
I'm gonna harmonize every word you say
I'm gonna harmonize every word you say
I'm gonna harmonize every word you say

©1974 Jesse Winchester

From his Album:"Learn to love it"

Saturday, September 11, 2010

It is very simple. Throughout the Universe there is Order


Friday, September 10, 2010

Haiku my heart: Single White Feather





You say you search for your treasure 
you'll find it, my love,
in a single white feather . . .

Riette

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas ... Pablo Neruda





Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,

te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.

Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava

y hace saltar al hijo del fondo de la tierra.



Fui sólo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros,

y en mí la noche entraba en su invasión poderosa.

Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma,

como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.



Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.

Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.

¡Ah los vasos del pecho! ¡Ah los ojos de ausencia!

¡Ah las rosas del pubis! ¡ Ah tu voz lenta y triste!



Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.

Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, mi camino indeciso!

Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue,

y la fatiga sigue y el dolor infinito

Pablo Neruda

Friday, September 3, 2010

Haiku my heart: Mysteriously




A funfilled haiku with rhythm and rhyme
A sizzling hot pizza -  sans wine

and still -  this endless longing of mine

Riette