eyes – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Sonnet #48: Opinion

You want to hear my honest reason straight
Before you sail away to foreign shores
We travel down the river which is great
To listen about chances and closed doors

whatever your main attraction might be

mine is to perish with loneliness
when i stroll through long abandoned castles
breathing in the history of places
wondering about long past people

White Mind Behind Fences

The heat makes me tired
High temperatures are definitely not what I desired
When I thought about summer

eyeballs. fear. darkness

My eyeballs are moving left to right and back
when I’m laying back —
They are always in motion
like my mind —

A Melody In Orange and Blue

Capture the light right, she said
demanded almost and lifted her head
full of wool and hair

Lamento Mori

Oh, magnitude of liberty
Cruel imagined safety
In our hearts:

Behind Closed Windows

A tear, a cry / Behind closed windows
For noone listens / Noone risks a tiny glance.

Daughter of Syria

By the time all facts / Lie on the plate
The question might be / Will it be too late?