poet(ic di)alogue

Stories, floors, etapes

by lucapaci

 

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see the patterns drawn on the coffee mug?

write on the brink.

it’s not the Centre. Nothing happens there.

look at what happens in between.

on the brink of

when things are about to be.

 

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tea in the crypt_#christ church

by ghebrezgiabiher

tea in the crypt_#christ church

swing

by ghebrezgiabiher

swing

swing
between life and death
between word and breath
heart and brain
between magic and the all day same

see saw
see saw
see saw
see saw
bob and bounce
swing

swing
between sky and earth
betwixt anxiety and mirth
without airs yet vain
between magic and the all day same

to and fro
back and forth
in and out
up and down
yo-you-yo
swing

swing
swing

swing
swing
between may and august
between hype and bust
again and a gain
between the magic of the all day same

swing

by ghebrezgiabiher

find 1 dessin

receive  yo
nice message
no no no
but but

to
day j try

and when j try

it’s possible
a bird
fly or fall

by ghebrezgiabiher

home

oh me

Oltremare

by lucapaci

The sea brings back our regret,  thoughts

made of flotsam and nets, cans and bottles

corks and faded dresses, single shoes

unaccompanied gloves. Death is alone.

~

But pity is a passing cloud in a procession of

dead bodies though a detail can unleash

a sense of compassion.

~

Men drew lines and frontiers

in red and memories of those

who didn’t have the chance to choose

they decided and receded

but their lines were traced in sand and water.

 

by ghebrezgiabiher

shyne