the fragment of dream in my heart
is a shard of red glass
through which
we could watch the clouds
a tall transparent tree
a ladder leaned against a fence
a gentle and solemn
evening sky
the house is dark dark
your window is dark
a red ball in the faded grass
a crumbling wall
counterforts
night carefully
closed the door
no wind
no sound
***
it is only
a butterfly of night
dead on a white leaf
and you
want to be a hieroglyph
in ancient writings
***
I am again that stammering child
in the dark room, circled
by ghosts
by incomprehensible fear
I say your name
to myself
stuttering
syllable by syllable
I touch your forehead
timidly
a trembling
compass needle
I turn toward the north
your world is
endless angry unadorned

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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