All tagged poetry

Love Poem for Death 

The last time I saw you, you were lying there, next to her/My Mother, the one who had never perceived me or any of my sisters/I guess that is why I wish to spend all my time in the cold/In the darkness surrounding my thoughts, and the unknown lands between this world/And the next--

A Safe Place

My safe place is an old, red house with a big garden. The window frames are white, a striking contrast with the deep, rusty red of the walls. The large front door is open, welcoming all tired wanderers. You might notice the faint smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the halls and out the door.

From the beaches of Laru

i strip away my clothes; it does not matter / who sunbathes on the rocks, drunk on the endless days. / i have things to do and the sea is waiting. // i trade salt for salt, serving up my heart / on a silver platter. / “take it” i say, and finland turns / its great cold eye in sober curiosity.