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)

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moonlight
crossing my lover
on which cheek did I linger most

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each within his walls
same house
no home in view

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

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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

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powerpoint presentation
capital B
on his shimmery head

~

picking the sun
in between fingertips
summer vacation photo shoot

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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

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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) ...