metal hour

26 July 2008

the metal hour
with the beam of the winds

the morning seek
its papers


black

18 July 2008

black
black on shade
Beck sees it moved

this is not night
just a threshold
offered to the light


I live

6 July 2008

I live in a poem

at the end of the third stanza

on the left


entering

4 June 2008

of shade the abode
a man is entering

arid body
perhaps flesh
perhaps elsewhere


return to Allihies

8 March 2008

always here
always red
red breast
face to sunset

pebbles on the beach
can choose their colours
for me
it’s memory’s colour


writing

15 February 2008

to denude oneself
of any past
for writng
without luggage

and let the poem
escape from my mouth
only free
of its wings


to tremble stars

31 January 2008

there will be only you
to make tremble stars
and invite me to write
what emotion orders

your love draws
my poems fortune
your eyes are enrhyming
in the reverse of my pictures

but I would like for you
any shade in your sleep
and that no sob comes
to extinguish my source of dream


deck-chair

26 January 2008

countryside
languishing under the clouds

do you see this sky
given in gift

and this breeze
for any melody


morning

14 January 2008

torn night
dawn mask
morning lie

 


morning poem

14 January 2008

abandoned
the winter laces

the dawn
undresses in the undergrowth

the drizzle
embroiders new hours

the poet
rummages in the light