{broke my leg/ ankle on xmas day: 4 screws and a metal plate for stumbling ... pain ... next xmas, another operation to take them out}


screw, multiple
OR doctors to discuss lady Gaga
falling short of defining bionic
drifting colors

December Full Moon Dancing Ovation

full moon
as I am becoming
last one this year yet my first

his fingertips galloping
more mirrors to the fullest moon
one thousand depths and one

multiple gaits
irrelevant time to come
leaking even more of swelling moons

just before the full stop
pulling back those chains of moons
to dare to reclaim Ra

any circle is The circle
Ra or full moon
I am within the naked mirror

~

gust of wind
riding a plastic bag
the itchiness of my throat
haze moves in waves
since you left

+

{Cannot stay away from writing for too long ... specially when having fever and within walls ... my sky is the white paper dipped in imagination}

P.S:

{Self imposed holidays. See you next year reader. Whomever you are, all the best wishes from foolish me. Ocean Kiss.}
{Life in all its nonsense is perfect}
{HAPPY 2011}

thoughts

# {... Should Haiku be an eternal truth aha moment or should it, through inverse reading, have additional depth. Not many offer both. To which point, can we set the priority?}


# {... Are poets addict on writing that the pleasure of first writing gets lost in a blood over consumed, over saturated with writing?}


# {... Do poets who are psychic need isolation to filter out their own voice... If not, wouldn't the confusion of voices, consume tender hearts?}

~

water colors of earth

two coats tugging one umbrella then

under the dome one aura glows

stepping back to observe

on wall a painting-window

my kite to autumn, your scent

~

First snow
pulling my shadow
Nikkon


(published in Sketchbook_5-6_NovDec_first_snow_Haiku_Thread )

,

a snowflake
summons
me

melting

on his lower lip

\_/ ~

flipping winter into summer
one shot of ginseng
diving to rise

fresh salmon, steamed
more heat
open windows

Stories

by the chimney
embroidery of snow
her rocking chair rhythm
I stand still
to plunge in non verbal stories


following her needle point
eyes shut
to enter wounds
emerging with
the art of life


softness of scent
lingers in details
semi effaced wedding ring
the crushing presence of
grace on fingertips

~

my vein
within his leaf
naked tree

a book
shuts on itself

~

entering her "cave"
long forgotten
Xmas card
starts to sing
near Buddha

Castles Blues

Sun Leaves

Sun leaves

on brighter blues ~

An odd day of autumn

~

Ikura ~
those happy moments
side by side

Reconciled or Not

first snow ~
revisiting footprints
amplitude of the spiral feeling
falling off
peaceful horizon

note

{next post from Beirut ... lots of updates ... perfect life ... in love :) ... he did step in to my life ...}

Q

approaching to my lips
stomach butterflies
those colors of his
on which meadow

~

mid autumn smile
in the vicinity of Shikizakura -
his fingertips

~ Conductivity

Soothing calmness
within wandering breath
cedar
& phoenicians -
Rebuilding me

+

... that hum
without words
revealing all

.

revisiting journeys
a different color
all that stands out

~

Conjured in a rain drop
Autumn colors
Drifting apart
on Oneness path

Dedicated to Yawen, my grandchild

Dusk in Bellinzona
Riples of castles
Our inner light

Shared stories
Gamberoni grigliati, Lugano stop
More delicious hearts

From once upon another time
A granddaughter who springs
her Chinese Terracotta Army

p.s:

{on the go ... will be posting while traveling ... dearest reader keep your heart warm}

.

few kilos gained -
my mother's youth reemerges
one big smile in yearn

Buddhist funeral

genre of goodbye
scattering
dandelion seeds

the childlike smile
that lingers

~

blue sky, late autumn
the spring footpath
my dad whistles

standing on his grave
I listen and follow

~

to keep her sanity
nearby
scribbles on medical gloves wrapping

black hole
skull fraction

Q

dyeing
insomnia with
her forties -
not even four years old
convent girl

Leopard Eye

(Read "the blue notebook" by James A. Levine, 
I dedicate the following to Batuk the heroine)


first out of body experience
at age eight
her rape
drifting to ink
and hovering blues

.

house
of antique collector
no children nor partner
the loose grip
on  medicine pill to swallow

0

lifespan
of
a teardrop

from the suicidal edge to exploding

eternity

if
not shed

all the lost energy
of a guard keeping
that teardrop locked
observing
its every movement
within

~zen

tender lullaby
as butterfly
drifting downstream

meadowsweet
in bloom
he spots her

in an embrace
to sniff
his zen monk
bursting childhood

Haiku News

(% Blair: Bush world view had 'immense simplicity' - CNN)

hailstone
simply immense
red rivers


(published in  Haiku News )

Sketchbook/ First snow thread

#
first snow
tossing it
sun of my memories


#
heavy snow warning
soon to come firsts
Alzheimer portal


#
next year snowflakes
on her tiny gloves
I weigh light by cm


(published in Sketchbook_5-6_NovDec_first_snow_Haiku_Thread )

Outdoors Doze

spring breeze
sneaked nanny inside
leafy tree

knitting a siesta with colors
her tender lullaby
to drift downstream

@@@ & heart holes

spiral-bound
another leaf loses its shadow
blue fingers

o

moving on
after chemo
Kojak lollypop

Melancholia

Xmas tree
January 22nd early morning
almost a shadow

snow storm
to erase a homeless cup
and fingers

911
a mechanical voice
famous street

tonight
over an untouched soup
more shadows

next morning
blue sky
absurd cold with an edge

Happy Holidays

on Xmas ball
her moon face
sprinkles lights

squeezing hand
to say "I love you"

more than silence

first ride after son burial
a defense
hedgehog spines


(Today I saw "The Greatest" - Susan Sarandon & Pierce Brosnan - I was deeply touched by the scene of riding limousine returning from son burial )

o...

cyclone swirls
his fingertip on her knee
unleashing more dawns

E

After midnight
Chasing ghoul
through my Sudoku

me

me well of nostalgia
he plays
cello

neck of swan
tucked into its body at dusk
swollen shade

steadied to melt
music sheets and natural harmonics
purity of dew falling on dew

`

through Breeze
Bringing her back
Lavender Field

%

lost memory inquires within
clementine oil
on fingertips

early autumn
longing gets sharper
but the tale skips lines ...

renditions differ
end flow
of another umbilical cord

O

Daisy -
Soloist ballerina takes a bow

Right hand on heartbeats

```

sunny morning signature
cat footprints
on snow

leaper impression
a heartbeat away from
gazing inward

winter view
possibilities exist
in the freshness of breath

_|

Hunched in

Fishing for blues

On stool

To pierce opacity

Sea stands for the last rock

Dusk  

to Fish out 

Tipping the horizon in 

Wet colors

~ Flow

Rose petal
gently in a river of
memories
so many dews
to bask in
scented breeze
tumbling
embracing all
those me-s
playing
Mother nature bliss

Childhood village, convent window -
Fog moves
Healing poetry

Bitterness of coffee
Red cups
Usual business splashing

Still life within Iraqi frame
Scrubbing screams

(Suicide bomb kills 25 at crowded coffee shop - CNN.com)

How to explain
that Hitler was
not a man
but an expression
of what lies there

-----

Trail of ants
Crossing her cleavage
Antsy legs

`

Fireplace and more crackling
Sparks venture out
Tongue to tongue

Cherry tree swinging shade

Spring, on shoulders and in couples
Sky picking cherries
Plump flesh to plumper ones
Adolescence memory
As if wings

Yucky

the river by a convent
floating and getting away
child smiles to dinner

a Heaviness Check

about 9 tiny fingers
birthday cakes
with chin on button ... convent child

zooming out to woman
in empty halls of sweet memories

~

the blur of a gaze never to befriend
"happy birthday"
... stillness of cold pinned


blankly
heaviness ages


~

{ba3di youlamlimo ba3di} (Arabic expression)

________________

Winter Garden
Plunging into
The sound of hovering blankness
Heartbeats as if none
A hollow shadow expands

Daily Wisdom Stain

to Activate stillness
Cyclone thoughts
The secret of Espresso

Sermon

burned out priest
never contemplating
the spring beside his church

... Choice too

Worst nightmare
Her mother breast cancer
Replay

Double edged intensity of feeling
that Attracts
Make peace with hate

Step back
to
Step into

Allaying the past
to Gain
her Future


(with much love to Salma)

to Heal or Not

the bleeding child
within him, he who never found
a solid lock

~ too

Butterflies
Diffusion of glow
Brushing against silk sheets

~

Reader breeze
Swayed thighs in bloom
Flutter of chiffon under moonlight

- | _

Confessing details of character
Gaudy neon sign
The anonymous back fade into a cat-woman-bar

Defining

Exile -
New sheets
On yesterday's deathbed

^'

Untouched dream on pillow
Holds on to
a Brittle hair, his last mark

Steppingstone

Midair diagonal
Fat ass of a bird
Contemplating

Face to face diagonal
Wet cover
Lingering on how still

Midnight writing of diagonals
Non sense blog and cool lines
Does time really tick along, reader?

How to String

Swollen these two
Long past his half hours

Echoes of wolf tugging
Still and full moons

the Toss

Wild moon
On pillow
Tossing cheeks

Pocket & Stranger Fingers

Cold and swollen blob
Drowning in obscurity
Searching frantically memories
To recognize absurdity

Love Nudge

Life stamina
Waking up to
Lips on lips, cheers

Arabic Taxi Ride

Hanging ears on babbling
To turn inwardly
Breeze on face
Sky caress
Inner music of wonderful life
High on fine tuning

mnopqr

Ink veil
Holistic nakedness
Lingering shadow of the moon that flew away

Act

Clinging to breath
Flutters
Yes, right there

White Swiss Saga

On Ra Whispers

Timeless Elegance

Holds my Breath

  White Signature

Twosome

Wave on Wave

Froth

                                                                      

Bar Episode

ice friction
to forget
drowning

next failed attempt
per hours
whomever smile

barking, BARKING
to wake up blind to keyhole
heaviness on fingertips

metallic alphabet
to blur
cascade

feeding emptiness
with more emptiness
lost gaze

xxx '|

Village, spring trail
Flocks of murmur
the Sway motion
Weaving shade with light

on his (houlder

Half moon
Branching out into
the Fullest living

(Dedicated to Lugano, my host city/village of two years)

walking the distance to movie theatre
another film -
by the river applause on quasi deaf ears

Deep Breath

dreaming in ink, moonlight
to sculpt pages
wind the floater
imbibing all
eyelid flutter in slow motion

'/,

Shattered mirror
She screams
to Reassemble herself

"

where the marriage ring was
naked paleness
wearing her mood

-|-|-

Emergency room
Nothing more invasive than light

Minus Note

in and out of pocket
restless hand
sunset
hanging on a bird's gaze
too soon dark encroachment

||irony||

pine tree ahead of brick roof top
piercing clouds
framed blues on a foreign wall

tabboule & arak
not a culture nor a people
the stress of ambience

mezze dipping along green onion crunch
business launch
brands naming to infuse bad mouthing

such a labyrinth
how to comprehend citizenship
of home country never there

cornered by over the brim slogans
the darkest night
puts forward a star

branching from void
blues
yet another mere ambience

|\

Hiking -
Scene after scene
Breadcrumbs

\

airplane pierces its shadow
blanker faces on the rerun
back pain afloat, the broken gaze

(:::)

Tea-leaf
Unleashing sighthounds
the Swirl of facial punctuation

Redsmith (Dedicated to Houda and her Iraq)

Baghdad, Souk al Safafeer
She yelled her enthusiasm "Listen to the music"
One thousand tear ago

How can I avoid
Resonance at arm's length
Edematous in absence

^

racing dark clouds
the fish stitches a shivery shadow
with bright beam

`'

Lingerie on line -
Wind plays
Buzzing bee

~

Blowing into the void of his cupped hands ( )

Butterflies shadows filtering out
to Brush down the tiniest details
Warmth on a cold pavement

Self-surrender

Damp withered leaves -

Two swans step out of the neck grace

 Self-surrender gaze

---

night train and rain 

an ant tap dance between dots

then comes the blur of dawn

Elongation

radio, after midnight -
jazz songs elongating the moon shadow

Lebanon

Lebanon-
Light winks more often than you can say cheese


(p.s: in Lebanon, power shortage flourishes and almost everyone has 2 lines, one from government and one private. Automatic alternation between the two, rules.)

`

Crowded with quiet cold
Walls march to the center
Hanging breath

Gliding on flowers
Morning dew
He weaves her moan

+

antique mirror -
more precious by its blur

...

the morning after-

erasing colors

on bluer background

~

Jasmine breeze
branching memories
the sway of moonlight
fingertip mist

Rooster Strings

Day's stillness -
The village rooster fantasizes multiple dawns

Sensitivity of an Artist-Architect

view flows
according to
window's frame

enticingly inviting light
to shape the building's soul
floater world

Pattern

Old tile design -
Blooming sacred memories
How a foreign floor becomes the screen

The Shift

mountains eclipsing mountains
lingering tears
the sun shifts

More of my Innsbruck

Pigeon, The Crown Jewel

Conspiring Twosome Under Arms

Pavement's Warmth

Vibrancy

Page of Rain

First rain, thunder storm
Heavy blow stumbling over
Your name  amid obituaries' page

My Innsbruck Escapade Photos

The World within Half Moon

Bridge's View Mixing Perspectives

Life's Pink in its Sensuality

Path of Light

Humorous Lens

the last post is a bit dramatic so I decided to put a humorous lens


after valentine party
all naked
wedding dresses await
autumn trees venture into winter

Autumn Leaves

Bleeding the yearn
Autumn leaves
'
'
'
Tostartthejourneyofcrushingechoes

Live Memory Flow Selectively

Around the sound of winter falls
flutters of unusual inhalation~exhalation
blooming you deep within
to circle still is
long after what was

Inspired by Mongolian Escapade CNN

Desert moon
Hopping on camels
Eco-friendly yurt

Rapt in naked gazing
Midnight communal shower
Shooting stars

Slow Dance

candle light
I sway with your breath
burning distance

Reed to Read the Walk of Dusk till Dawn

afloat
all the yearning
connective breath
skinny dip
venturing beyond variables
the secret of sound to reveal
"I am"
wind rippling memories
clouds' stability in marching
light in each shade and shadow
conjuring remembrance
of that
which "I am"
warmth blues
diluting illusion
anew hunger and lust
rising to expand
water breeze
sculpting expression
never apart

Floss and Toss

cultural discrepancies of humor
audience plays a different note
stumbling pose of silence
questionable timing
mesmerized speaker from Mars

Shawl

Mid Autumn
the embrace of texture
memories

Conception of How

hand on tilted rose
fingers to comb dreams
perfection of pink moon

kisses to sail
heading for soul
lingering in cave

fire breeze
lighter and lighter
ablaze slopes on darting horizon

... rainbow to shelter the greenest bud

Stirring the row

The blind spectator following footsteps to unleash his reflection. End tail of a herd rejecting and stoning clarity, the one beyond reach. One thin hair in between highly charged emotions. Forgetting to turn inwardly to see. Mocking in that clarity himself.

Among The Child Firsts

First knowledge of poverty -
two years later
seeing her clothes on classmates

Lust Contemplation

Branching on full moon
Red roses
He signs her body

War Zone

Childhood desktop
All the happy faces
Undrawn, haunting

Autumn Reflux

Convent, dinner table
Acidity of nuns
Carving knife

Ikebana

in silence echoes of love -
turning upside down large leaf
wings for the tilted rose

Rihanna

Tattooed body -
to erase the ones on soul

Sealed, Unsealed

filtering out and in
spider net
casper

warmth of memories
to visions
divine tossing

floating air
crocheting
sun rays

me
the cave
pregnant with prophecies

remembrance of oneness
fully awake
sweet surrender

illusive time and place
be the intention
wings of heart

Hunched up

Spring to Autumn

grandfather clementine grove

she sprays the precious trigger

drifting to a parallel world

shawl of sweetness 

undulating

happy moments

withered on

wet sheets

jinns' bottle

caress and lullaby 

On the Edge

Fingertips brushing arm
Trail of stars
Warmth of sharing
Wearing the universe
Inside out

:))))))))))))

{Got 10 /10 on my DW assignment! Glorious day ... Let it rain good news God}


Grades as chocolate, I am a kid again

...

Autoimmune Disease -
a patient mirrors the world

Dedication to Doris

Veiling mist in eyes
crystal clear
Divinity of tenderness

Some twenty years ago
two met to knit
Chosen sisterhood

Hardest strike
for the one not hallucinating
from high fever

Narrow alley warmth
its end dripping down two-way street
full hearts in both

Juxtaposition ... Jukebox

Blue notes
Flying higher

Light and Happy Fingertip

winking
car to car

all teenager years
passes by that flash

racing images
heartbeats

reflex
detour ... gazes

brighter potentials
in the darkest night

enjoying punctuation
inclusion of full stop - period

Sept 25th

Confirmation ... Bingo

never a swamp nor waterlogged

flower petals withering
one by one
life pages
the scented freshness of
passage

hunched in
mist
waves liberating
step by step
floor screen, sky amidst sea

see senses
sensational
heartbeats
one by one even the missed
echoes of  perfection, heart murmur

open palm
drops running
lifeline
whether cross or star
the energy dictates by movement

love essence to expand

Ali Baba cave
whale's stomach
sitting amidst
richness and dizziness
do I leak

Befriending mirrors
shadows
antique
dreams lost and found
calmness of open heart

Itchiness of throat
melting away
going beyond pain
embracing
all

Mountain peak
solitude landscape
observing valleys
to interact and caress -
feel the breath of oneness

No more dichotomy
the new age
shining within my ruins
smile behind vision
sweet surrender

Arabella, drifting in silence

after midnight, pacing out
pain dimensions
along moon shadows
grandfather's Arabella Nordmende
mending the yearn tune

Rivulets

Antique along photos
child- teenager- mourning young lady
the distant mash me

so close looming out of dust
family house once sealed
at the end times home

pain and laughter
all the echoes
mine

gate keeper of memories
keys' friction calling dawn
light curtain

15th of September 2010 ... blink ... 2 years

Humming to return, the latest spiral round foolishness of transparency cutting edge time folds to unfold shedding what is not to build in essence. I am the sound and its mystery. Divinity of be and undulations.

Simplicity of

bee buzzing
on top
expanding hill
honey licks
kite

along the river
tenderness of the tilted
in eclipse to merge
oneness of magnetic field
from lapping to crashing then different lapping

gazes that bloom
complete surrender the solved

open gate elevated closer

to breath, breeze and strong wind

bursting 

fingers to cling then flutter
withered variables on the beyond
glowing aura
celestially shade
lingering there

...

haunted by that simplicity

...

Width and Depth

rainbow to engulf
naked trees
past tears
the walk
that voices

Again & Against

Race against weather
Aboard memories

Spiraling rounds

Low sky
Immensity of outer space

Tinge of cold

swaying flame
on dinner table
exposed
hesitant to choose
between lovers

Note of nonsense and senses

Walk me through the rhythm between piano notes that light fingertips and your gazes crossing deserts to twinkle upon a mirage past a floating leaf to be pinned on a page, rivers of lust sculpting palm and hills of lingering. 

Jotting down expansive contradiction

Bright colors standing ovation for light jade river that rumbles its mystery. Fertile autumn of black clouds looming across new born day moon recklessly happy double underlined by an escapade trail. One observation of life stories. Seeing me in what is.

Innsbruck Escapade

Hotel lobby five stars
Bright lights and chatter
Warm fingertips of an antique
Tourism of gazes
Within velvelty embrace

Insight

"Expressions that sculpt the beholder's mood, heart of rhymes the secretive sounds"

Faraway on mountain's top, listening to the depth of wind brushing valleys. I am that ache and serenity. Out of mind, out of sight.

Cave in to key-hole

the missed ... solid
friction in purse
voicing yearn
with each step
depth of wounds
rusty memories
keyhole
amid
family saga house
smell of soaked tears
hanging laughter
all sealed by escaping
to eventually return
playing the rhythm
such a venture into
autumn

Whose round is it?

a tear forging its path
as her gaze clung to
his transparency
in a parallel world
the sweetest bite

Beats

Sacred bells
On the wild ankle
Circling to forge lust

A catch in voice

hinged kissing velvety petals
vase of rearrangement with tears
the grave's brooch
pine trees to tiptoe out of
pinning face deep into the blues

Departure

early autumn
haunted by swirls in the wind
"doppio espresso liscio"
one lonely
sip

Hunted by Absence

forgotten alley and shade
smelling warmth around noon
slow walk
stumbling across a tear
the missed awaken

Floral Memory

Rising to be engulfed that night
Drizzling rain and cello music
Calla lily looming out


(Musical background: YouTube - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack-10 The Garden Meeting )

Once upon a sighting

paper plane
with each swirl
excitement of rainbow
I am eight
he is nine and mine

Fluttering Meadow

Drifting butterfly
Tugging
Childish wonder

On each petal
Giggle
Such a breeze

Heart journey
of no end nor target
Divine breath

Blue blur
As butterfly emerges within
Tugging worlds & words

sleepless night

racing my shadow
for first ray

ascending to sleep
white to white

calling me for
ripples

but just before
dribble & a hymn

To leave

Few days and I am leaving. Writing is my passion. Never wanting to stop. Creating a new home blog is not worth the trouble.  Shall I continue here ... Not knowing ... Quite rough waters the past month ending a Swiss journey that was Russian mountains ride... Returning soon back to Beirut. Happy about leaving. Will take full year of lingering free, a drifting scent.




Leaving ...
Packing experiences to age
In one eyelash flutter

In one windy flutter
So much clutter
How much time has elapsed

How much pain has elapsed
Appetite for  blank
Excitement of first word

First word, first visit upon landing
The pine cemetery
Green on blue blur

Blur rejoining my wings
Authentic integrity in my grip
Foolishly nomad and the wind

Nomad or pinkish bedouin
Characteristics of a black bourgeoise
To arrive soon

Arriving back ...
To unpack reflections
Dust shifting

Dust shifting
Sunny skinny dip in
Bret Mars champagne glass

Foolish journeys along their glasses
Haiku or Gogyohka
Careless about the dress

Careless about any dress
Listening to my inner voice
Within me fractal world

Pledging for my sweet insanity
To sparkle and be
Foolishly divine


(CHEERS! Salutations to Zorba the Greek ... 
Dance & Spread Heart Laughter)

22 Aug final post

Full appreciation to all who followed my journey whether on Goyohka, Twitter or wherever. This blog will cease to exist after I get my final grade on my DW project. It will be private, just as a memory along my journey. Do excuse my will to focus on something else, urgent in its nature. Final wishes of heart laughter & rainbows of excitement to all.

22 Aug PLUS

Forgot that my DW is based on my blog and my teachers will check my link. By the way, a message to my teachers: deleted my Twitter account (sorry).

22 Aug

Ended Twitter & Gogyohka journeys ... Deleted by mistake my Gogyohka data (forgot to remove a tick on a statement when deactivating)

~

moonlight
crossing my lover
on which cheek did I linger most

~

each within his walls
same house
no home in view

~

lover of mine
each day a color
on my brush
when will you filter out
to step in

~

sunset on wings
my reflection flutters
honeydew

~

mist all day
on board
old train
so many images overlapping
along frequent stops

even its aging rhythm
choking
the ant within me
witnesses
earthquake

Not Poetry

hiding its identity
her chronic disease
plays his attributes loudly
she laughs in pain
one step closer

dr. by necessity
poet by the missed
mom by instinct
child by foolishness
getting closer to bingo winner

so many flares up
so many remissions
so many wrong diagnosis
so many years of confusion
she knows best her body language

getting closer
for the flag to flutter
upon her mountain of pain
she laughs
as her numb fingers are the ones

"

reading breeze
in shadows
refinement of heart

as above down below

elongated straws or colorful shadows

pleasure of incorporating

Quite a Twitter day

from those Haiku tweets:

colorful umbrella semi loaded
leading the herd
Venice scenery

~

powerpoint presentation
capital B
on his shimmery head

~

picking the sun
in between fingertips
summer vacation photo shoot

~

head MRI
the pounding pain
has colors

~

rear mirror view
my life passes by
in between gazes

~

Como- just after
descending the train station stairs
giant finger in between his legs as he smiles

my duck

a surgeon

emergency shift

~

the way
you
move me
in

the way
you
linger
in

the way
you
engulf me
after

tells me
how steep
I am soaring and
falling

~

your lips
murmuring to drink from
spring

our afternoon promenade along galaxies
your hand lingering in mine
the smallest details
as your lips brushing to whisper tenderly
shooting stars

attic wounds
embers hidden in dust
rumbling pain
flood it out
healing poetry

closing my eyes
to find you
faraway ...

the solitary shadow

calling upon the swan

for reconfiguration

threesome on pedestal

yet Oneness

windy

submerged in love ...

my wind

the way of your lust 

crashing

on shore

moving earth

once more, many more

nibbling to soar

whooshes circling 

ear lobe

as I collide with

another time zone

the way of your lust

my wind

... submerged in love

lashes

gust of longing

lashing me

your distant voice

to awaken

all what was

in your arms

I imprinted the sky

our oneness 

in those moments

open gate to multi dimensions

how to re-learn walking

after astral travel

your distant voice

lashing me

gust of longing

dizzy

twirling leaf
in the gust of wind
I am there
dizzy floating
one memory to another

Pollen

my bee
lingers on
whisper of love
flower petals in the breeze
a little maneuver
to spread colors
on my vision field
I breathe deep
lesser isolation
in bloom
poems

poet shoes

new ones
these old shoes circling
life long

blue moon

my thoughts
riding
the blue moon

I will be there

catching my dream

white heart

my crystal ring

signed rainbow kisses

on her whiteness

Self Tenderness, Peace

floating in between

your green eyes and

the rhythm of blues

Internet detoxication period cut short

My high fever since 5 days obliges me to write ... breathing as I write is easier. One night, I hallucinated being lost and suffocating in Venice alleys. I have been all around the world in 5 days due to fever. But the most dramatic night was yesterday ... I even made an international call to my sister while gasping for air in between sobs due to aches , telling her "no funeral for me". Today, as if bruised and bones crumbled  but much better: I did not claim death ... as usual ;). Went at dusk for a walk with total serenity as the wind messenger of autumn caressed my pale cheeks. It was a weird Luganese experience since I came here for my master degree. All about to end  (Yet I am sure that weirdness is a characteristic sticking to my life).  I will be relocating to Beirut mid September. Flying back and forth for my thesis & "basta", timeout till the new learning phase for I am eternally a student eager for knowledge. Love Beirut in autumn ... { Autumn, first rain/ the scent of my ancestors/ resurfacing} .
Thinking about what happened this year with the sweet and not sweet nonsense on web 2.0 with so many opinions drawing my shadow or shredding it, I came to realize what I knew always but needed to be highlighted: I converse much more fluently with white papers, statues, shade, reflections and nature. There is a missed link between me & humans. My narrow path is full of light and colors. I refuse the highways. I invite few remarkable (according to my personal dictionary) persons along my path. And that is my abundance.




P.S: If you ever visit Ticino:
+ in spring, Lugano, go for a long, slow walk in parco ciani, wait till dusk to watch fishermen along swans with their movements emphasizing dusk ... distant memories and self tenderness.
+ in summer, go with the old train from Lugano to nearby village called Caslano ... drop a visit to the gelateria facing the lake and ask for "Tao Nero" ice cream from the clearest blue eyes vendor. As you sit by the lake linger on each lick observing all nature seeping within breathes into what makes you, you. Then gather your stamina and go around the mountain hiking (40 min) to re-emerge from the other side ready for another gelato. Go and sit under the murmuring trees to sip espresso along their intimate chat. On the way back to the old train, drink from the tiny church spring.
+ in autumn, visit Bellinzona and its castles. Standing on the edge of the main castle wall fence, contemplate the richness of leaves colors in surrounding mountains with ripples of castles. Smile. (Catch me on your lips) ...

Tumbling flower, her red p ikini

Stripping the lake

Late Summer Dusk

Full moon to set its sail

The floating sensation

On-the-spot caresses 

Sensuality of Nature

the weirdest flower I have encountered

Dedicated to "Nature_Lover", tender heart bright future

P.S:

Will be out of internet sight starting first of August for one month and a half ... or more if.
In case of if, happy life darling. Though the scent lingers ... or not, your choice.

Colors of Venice