Category: Poems

TO THE DEAD POET OF OBSCURITY (In honor of the dead unpublished poet) Well done! You have won! You should not feel sorry Your unpublished poems -Always remember-

THAT PLUM TREE There are jasmines in all these gardens. I remember that plum tree that blossomed In every breezy and clear spring. The plum tree that sheltered

The Seed of Poetry     A poem is a small seed, a life that breathes while waiting for light. Where the eyes and the mind rest, it

Painting by Tyoma Wind of Solitude   What wind of solitude, cunning and strange, is gusting wildly through this little night? Why does it come, relentless, galloping on,

Painting Biagio Fortini, Italy Genesis Every poem begins in the morning, with the sun. Even if the poem is not visible (that means rainy sky) the poem is

Photo Germain Droogenbroodt   12 February 1983 His age, a lot of wrinkles. He wasn’t always like that; he used to drink red wine; once he felt guilty,

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt   Tale of a Faithful Wife When you winged to a distant land of blue mountains, I didn’t weep badly as faithful wives do,

I Raise My Glass I raise my glass. In my colourless wine, gallops the verse. It seeks the region of the sublime, but collides with the fatal limit

                                                                             Painting by Luis Pla The Job   I write to feel in my veins the flight of the stone. The anticipation of peace in this

To Ávila numerous cracks in the wall are not signs of decay but like the wrinkles on a noble face they are the deep traces of an ancient