Lydia's Blog (36)

DEEP ISIDE ME

Deep inside me photographs

lain faded

the smile of the ancestors

when the aura utters

 

Deep inside me

are the roots of the sad tree

opposing the cries

blown by the wind

 

Deep in side me

the wolf howls

 

 

~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on February 17, 2011 at 3:00am — 14 Comments

WITH AUTUMN COMES DEPARTURE

 

With autumn comes departure

and the vineyards

tangle with fire

to create

ashes of memories

 

Sad faces

write the story

in the crowd

of the railway

And you and me silent

waiting for the snow

 

~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on February 8, 2011 at 12:20pm — 10 Comments

FEAR OF DARKNESS

 

Shadws frighten me

in the night

while silence

speaks to me of monsters

of disappearing faces

and there is

a shape of darkness

 

Demons frighten me

when climbing the doors

of  houses

with the hand of evil

to grab  us

and the transience

we go through

 

You frighten me

attired in  cigarette smoke

 

 ~ Lydia

 

Added by Lydia on February 6, 2011 at 4:08pm — 18 Comments

WHEN ALL IS AN OMEN

" Sometimes destiny strikes a blow,puts its finger on lives."

I think of it relentlessly while sitting in the cafe occupied by a few couples and some school-girls who came in for a cup of coffee.

I'm thinking about the young soldier,a true story I was told by a friend named Andrija.Here in the same cafe he had invited me before he went on a trip and among the others he told me the story of a destiny being an omen.When all

is known on the third night as the three fairies predict in a… Continue

Added by Lydia on November 21, 2010 at 2:30pm — 13 Comments

ILLUSORY TIME

Although exiled I dwell
in an illusionary time
where retarded birds
chose a fetish And steal
the green tea from children
In the Mids of the forest
I plunge the sickle
A stench is spreading from
the object
The false God is Back in the circle






~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on October 21, 2010 at 5:36pm — 9 Comments

ORIGAMIS

On wall are hanging
origamis
like a rug of deceits

crooked lustful souls
a torn feeling
of the mind

In the mist of the ritual
the pipe is drawing bracelets
of burden


~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on September 20, 2010 at 6:30pm — 3 Comments

THE SWAN'S SONG OF LOVE

I felt the pain of the wounden swan,before death.
Whiles prophet song was floating with the light of Apolon.
The silence whispered to me in a way of the swan's pride.
And my shelter was the lake painted in colours.
The water entered the pores of mine and I breathed it.
But I did not know,as it's in a tale, the Swan Pairs die
for each other of Love.





~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on September 13, 2010 at 6:00pm — 6 Comments

THE SAD ONES

deep in the blood
they keep the dead
dragging their feet
heavily
from the brim where
they obey the cold

the sad ones

shaped according
the broken glasses
not being asked
what they would do when
Icarus's wings
will lower on homes




~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on August 30, 2010 at 5:28pm — 7 Comments

A COMEBACK

Thrown by the shore
does not recognize time
the skeleton with a borrowed name

Blazing illusions
of heavy symbols
frighten you

You drowned and was back
with the vedas
in the universe of Selfness






~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on August 30, 2010 at 5:13pm — No Comments

WHEN WHITENESS DISAPPEARS ON THE BRINK

In the lake of fear
cold drops we are given
by You taking an odious face
making us silent with fear
with the steps on the ground
With your hands
the framed pictures
are carved in a strange time
in a strange skin

With black hounds
you cross the threshold of home
And we leave
when the beams of whiteness disappear




~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on July 26, 2010 at 6:30pm — 11 Comments

SMILE

Not to be found…
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Added by Lydia on June 26, 2010 at 5:39pm — 6 Comments

THE PLAY

Metamorphosis in the play is performed
by the birds in the sky
reaching
strange haunts where
fire is multipled by
heavy crops
Between acts
silence is added
by hands that are leaving
and yarn dolls
playing with death
Only migrations are reachable






~ Lydia

Added by Lydia on June 3, 2010 at 5:00pm — 7 Comments

GOD'S CHILD

From the "Praying Hands" of Durer
if the roots utter
set
in the hay's nocturno
and the shepherds' traces
in harmony
with agnus's face


Even if my shelter is
the lake that
paints in colours


Than as a God's child
with a peaceful feeling
I can see






( " The Praying Hands" is a…
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Added by Lydia on May 21, 2010 at 5:13pm — 9 Comments

THE BLUE



It is my water-

entering the pores

I breathe it.

In the eye

it is a silent sound…
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Added by Lydia on May 12, 2010 at 7:28pm — 10 Comments

WITH THE EMBROIDERED CHURCH OF MY MOTHER

Unnoted the night is dying And I don't know what name
to give myself from the palm of destiny: Gracia
or the first Christian name
Am I dreaming or holding in my left hand
the embroidered church of my mother's
I stop
To trace the morning with the autumn colours
and with an odour of barn and cows
from the valley
into clean streams
may I flow
But in right hand
a mad demon…
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Added by Lydia on May 6, 2010 at 6:55am — 8 Comments

WHITE BATS IN THE NIGHT



Hopeless people

in heavy blues and smoke



senses untied are flowing

a feeling on the…
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Added by Lydia on May 2, 2010 at 3:58am — 7 Comments

DETERMINATION

You laugh
at the…
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Added by Lydia on April 29, 2010 at 12:33pm — 5 Comments

MY SHADOW

What intentions I had…
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Added by Lydia on April 28, 2010 at 1:14pm — 6 Comments

TIME GIVES NOTHING *

Like a monk across the Alps
with pine and red trains
with a suitcase of locked passion
and broken affection I arrive


But the old lady is missing
with a glass of wine and good will
who brought me
The wooden masks
are chasing demons
and hold the sun


On the edge of the wind leaned
the fortune teller repeats:
Time gives…
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Added by Lydia on April 24, 2010 at 5:10pm — 8 Comments

AN ICE FUGUE

No one told me
the…
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Added by Lydia on April 18, 2010 at 5:00pm — 8 Comments

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