Relocating-
trusting the stranger to move
my fragility

One wish

Escaping to realize in urgency

Portal to the rest

Diving... Ass up in the air... The swan to gain my laughter

Caslano bee

My humble start, stumbling across Twitter:  ma (mayarhythm) on Twitter

&

Conversing with warmth (full credit to Paul Smith):  My Page - Gogyohka Junction
(m / photo profile the pink rose)

Luzern Strokes

Mirror mirror

How many me

Drops to eternity

Surreal, Zurich Bee

Love buzz as my heart skips a beat

row & raw

lifting to tilt
ready for
communion
advancing on
to hair tips
silk veil
running
wilderness
on fingertips
clench
the slide
to fuel

love making

circle to tilt
my ellipse
the wolf moon
how I observe brighter
storm winds playing harbor sacred gaze

~~~~~

long train ride and phobias -
bathroom bathroom bathroom
no
eat eat eat
playing to hide

~~~

haiku
in love
deeper the reflections

Palestinian chains of fire, sinking heavier

They lament their walk with keys of homes no more there keys in bloody chains around all necks walking humanity lament.

Heavy the rain on eroded land no more scent on too distant memory building a wall how to enjoy when sunshine is underground sinking heavy the rain.

The day when Mahmoud Darwish died all the Palestinian pain flared in my cells how not to tear up the pain tearing myself when their expression was gone the day when Mahmoud Darwish died.

Going in pain to rest in pain going tomb in jail  ghostly scream heavier the black no glimpse of the added expressions  going in heavier black heavier sinking in pain still going depth of a mother gaze lamenting a closed window open wound bleeding in every day from memory onward marching on lives withering leaves in pain going.

When will they return \ returning to when \ lost selves their walking tombs irrelevant when \ wild flowers tossing tears I shiver their pain \ on breath memory of death\ to death in breath\ returning to when \ returning home no more there \ mothers awaiting kids no more there \ when of no more \ there I return to end yet no end to their pain returning to \ the right of returning.

ERICCOLIU

Another twitter poet to talk about is nicknamed ericcoliu. His tweet on the day of 23 June 2010, made my soul shiver. He wrote brilliantly:




*  
Gaza.../ crying old tears/ at new funerals           




Chen-ou Liu (ericcoliu) on Twitter



Fragrant salutations  to you, ericcoliu from  a person who knows the depth of the Palestinian pain

... windy and merciful

the wind
blew him a scarf
on which
a scent blew him away
to what was

                           a scent blew him away
                           to what was
                           that started to run his now
                           drifting in between blue gazes
                           extending arm

                                                        drifting in between blue gazes
                                                        extending arm
                                                        I plug him to another now
                                                        yet full of motion
                                                        wordless

collapsing illusion
to build a place out of sound
creating nothing that is everything
laughter of a yogi
dancing on one point

him

wind chime
flutters of breeze
his scent
chest to abandon
twinkles, gazing far

Rose Memory

slipping away
stronger
the scent
beholder of charm
enhanced in seclusion

pearls on blues

the depth of your grace & sad gaze

how I wish to grab your hand

back to 

stupid pink

fullness of ripples

meaning within the sound

tumbling dews

spontaneity

stripping alleys of secrets for more

Spending silence to question formulated feelings, to find the wanted within perfectly omitted words, there, sponging all silence to elaborate by telepathy. Stay in tune.

Quartet

Ice cream droplet tumbling melted from his thick lips to run her hips and thighs while my appetite crosses their body language into your solitary eyes. Infinite possibilities outrageously. Be my dream night and day. Forget my words, the unspoken is what I seek. Flutters of bewilderment, rising to meet halfway, past every way. Not to blush, my darling. Their notes,  just a prelude. Allowing us to rhyme in wilderness.

{story inspired by a french film that never faded despite the long years}

to sleep under the sky
the bluest connection
counting animals
on molded clouds
closing eyes
to taste the breeze
as white butterfly
embraces
her nose belittling noises
heaven within
the runaway adolescent
with brain tumor
shutting herself off
to fly

Follow the rhythm, Mahayana Sutra

its leaves free of frost
tears repelling
by rolling off
rough surface
to hold
the fullness of my lily
that floats in beauty
are you there and here
to catch a glimpse
reader of soul

~

autumn in few breaths
walking down the yellowish avenue
thirsty leaves voicing memories
hunching inward as it starts to rain softly
head forging through the wind
that I once was

Cultivating my blues for green

poetic light

shared solitude

Rain bewilderment

was it for

blues or pink laughter

the void as beholder

My wedding bouquet

different smiles yet to become

in his embrace

I catch my tear

before it drops

on jaundiced photos

never taken

My many me

in a sea of pink

my decision to be

Precious Dust

music box
with abandoned dreams
broken dancer still dizzy
nostalgic warmth plays
life saving mirage

Desert Rose

bits and pieces
treasure of dust
gone yet there
I expose wounds
to set free heart

~

the soothsayer
drawing
past me
to hold
the heartbeat

~

on impulse guiding

a kid

again to learn

(dedicated to female ancestry)

grandmother
knits
love
to wrap in warmth
embrace for century

proactive lingering
there to hear
nostalgic warmth
beauty of salt
ocean within shell fragments

Though I am not fan of Twitter, I visit Gogyohka Tweeting. There, I meet 3 writers whose Gogyohka keeps a lingering taste of honey on my thoughts that sails into their visions. Today, I like to speak about one of them : Nicknamed  Dragonsatva ( sun☼moon☼stars☼rain (Dragonsatva) on Twitter )

Some of his drawings that I dwell on:

* listening ~ to the wind ~ who taught the trees ~ a thousand ways ~ to be alone...


* sneaking in ~ reading your poem ~ over my shoulder ~ this rude ~ sliver of sunlight


* wide-open smile ~ at the highest point ~ when the world stops ~ and the swing ~ goes into freefall


Sending Kind Regards to Dragonsatva from my blog.

on the edge

a last cigarette butt

sinking torn 

between flutters 

leaf and leave

Sense of Quarter

Yogi Frog :)))

X mass

winter night yet day
past springs to fall
in love with the white
summer fling
presence in void

II

never a headstone

kiss me wherever

freeze The sight

within

his last words

{Whomever you are, reading my blog. Thank you.}

Antibiotics-
I can
see

past 9
new cycle
cravings to carve
red
light to black

getting darker
as if
encroachment
claustrophobic mood
tick of aches

Fast to devoid
Play
Preach the prey
never
Do

As if vomiting
poet on
a rampage
to disown
pain

Aching for
today
to rise
and slash
past night mare

Ripples
ride
the wind
to
Oneness shore

religious
hypocrisy praying
that and to
Oneness not
noticing

Sexless marriage
his stalking
her shouting
never in
one

The fear
in
a tear
never shed
in its time

All signs shout
"am drowning"
 why
rear view mirror
drive past cemetry

passionately fire

dark corners

to embrace

ascension-

my morning kiss, dew point

your lighted sight

as I inhale

gazes on abundance

exploring depth of soul

pink within green

shade streaming

breeze to lighten

.

enfold my breath

as I anchor on your lips

light the flutter

there after departure

closing senses

for the one to ignite

leading me depth of home

when exile is the rest

I am the point

touching as if sky

surrender to fall 

for flight

as anchor on lips

enfold our remembrance

on the margin, 2 or 3 as I lost the count

As I read the following statement today "we have to revisit the old wounds before moving forward" and reflecting on a conversation with my twin, I wonder if my blog will cease to exist or take another turn as my Luganese journey ends this September. Both ways, I sense excitement.

Heart

no

constraints

Throwing coins

into

Trevi fountain

my

sunny mood 

Lust

for beginnings

bud

to

observe

crocheting a story

two fingers catch up

with one elusive gaze

porch

breeze meditation

walking back home 

shadow leading

sunny closure

march on reflections

"un'altro, per favore"

Town square, almost midnight
red table, scribbles on white

hum of warmth
amid shadowy lingering

summer peeping sleepless
first drop tripped by abundance

floating shivery, scent of trees
book and pencil adjacent to beats

goosebumps ... wet
anew by laughter, Home

As

As it journeys from within

past suicidal corner on the drifting gaze

tumble finishing ... selective memory

thinking of you the liquid version permeating

I spot my fingertips rubbing to erase

Field of roses

thirst in ripples

let me be

caresses of light

tracing your lips

indulgence

to die

for rebirth

awful to awe filled
minor
change uproar abundantly
choice
of perception

Bitter coffee
as empty gaze
my cup, not there

Seemingly ...

Tea Ching
by
Annoyance
Unwelcome
Change slightly edgy

more

Beautiful death -

blur...

life intensity

as if 

inner space pounding

on the other hand

Death 

blurs

life ...

shadowy

walk through the mist

Touching million hearts
end puzzle
joke of communicating
Basho
solitary journey -

Rhyming with him

"I am there"

beauty felt 

pre

happening 

P.S: Fools have all the fun. In hinterland, crippled by cynicism, others who never dream. Let me be the wildest fool. 

Ghosts to resurrect

Flipping coin
right to read
writing the moment
strangers at first sight
site to dwell on

Tearing up
misconceptions
arrival within expectations
a flow
non tearing

"I am"
knot
light as if never
blind surroundings
within ... light

Bundle
of tenderness
rhyme with
the
unknown

Fingertips
prerequisite
hearing the unknown
surcease
ears

Falling light
on her shore
depth of home
rebirthing
both

Swirls drift
in love
fall surrender
my windy gaze
on colors of death

My nonsense, still flows

                       As if running on one point from facebook to twitter ... non caring for both ... caring to communicate with someone irrelevant the poetry ... reaching nowhere. All about perceptions ... no one seems interested for a dialogue ... interested they remain in the frame. Though no yell is adequate for those who lost senses, immersed in a game. Is there someone out there!

Q once more

Why do they interpret meaning of the poem in front of author! 

...

One page in hand ... Amusing my insanity ... One hundred on branches
~
blue carve... to breathe; breathe to laugh; laugh to live ... irrelevant assumptions; the rhythm too ... laugh.
~
At higher end of drama
edge of laughter
to insanity embrace
as news fly
him on kidney dialysis
~
Dust infested shoes
on the edge
mainstream story
of the forgotten
busy street
~
Crying
without
a whisper
soul
eruptions
~
Fading shutters
within
wall, balcony flowers
as disclaimed
memory
~
gaze
tear
bitter coffee as ...
shadow
lingers on 

Yell ripples in silence

Break

Time for silence
Back to intuition
Talkative gazes
Yearning heart
Teal of Konya
Shams the wanderer
Alive in death
Prelude to
Scream
"I want more"

Droplet, river, ocean
as natural mood
all precious in transparency
irrelevant how, the flow

~

Their thought of
obscene
to be naked
in
the turkish Hammam

~

Too steamy by projection
an "ought to be" towel
left to reflect on why

~

Thread of a new spiral

Universe of mine, non knowing human, interconnection remains. In abundance may co-alignment flow. Untamed I am, raw as ever, evolving always in smiles. Within, Source. Foolishness in transparency to soar my laughter. Different lovingly while being another rhythm in echoes: Diversity that enriches Oneness. In harmony with Heart. Venturing in magic, another chapter. Soul of steel as pen. Non knowing human, may they know how much "me" surprises her author. From breeze, past wind to storm, I venture back and forth, weaving an authentic song. All ranges are mine as I dream big in colors. To those that stumble on me, care less for me as I remain alive, in love, pinkish. Such a wonderful world. Evolving my now, rewriting past to future. Releasing me to multiple horizons. My laughter in echoes. Light being, "shining wanderer". Choreography that stimulates faster growth by the co-aligned, irrelevant knowing or not. Blind eye on the rest for detachment dictates, order of serenity.

In his arms, my home expands

Tree mingling

Sky bar

over and out

clouds

route to roots

"Have we met"

with widespread smiles

wander to wonder

Deer's silence

Be or not to be

Expressively, circles

Q in sigh

{Why to tame harmless colors ! Careless about society, appreciating perfection in droplets. Identities are as if wind.}

illusions of tenderness

rhyming wave

across the comb

caresses wash drawing 

thirst to fuel

~

slightly wet ... bed linen

sways in the wind

venturing in another view

my gaze

as breath lightens to a halt

To forget

day of recollection

ocean stones

dormant in

sold car

Comma

Bites
Following assessment
Two years
Master sleeping
with Mac