Improper Things

I could’ve been happier in life

If I were not raised so darned frugal;

If I just used more toothpaste

To brush my teeth,

And splurged on large ice cream cones,

Instead of looking at them

And buying the small ones.



I could’ve been happier in life

If I hadn’t been told

That ladies never laugh loud in public,

Never walk barefoot in the parks,

Swim naked in the rivers,

While I have always craved to do

Just that;

To experience if once only

The feel of the gentle summer rain

On my naked body.

No. Not proper.



I could’ve been happy - I believe -

If I had worn Katherine Hepburn hats,

Marilyn Monroe’s shoes, maybe even

Sofia Loren’s bras.



I wish I were aloud

To run with the wolves,

Pee in the woods,

And sleep with the man

Not necessarily my own husband.



That path may have been dangerous,

Even perilous, I know,

But I’ve always done

What pleased my parents,

Even now when they are long gone.

Now I am too old to turn the page

And do all those "improper" things

That might have made me happy,

With an illusion of freedom

And a unity with myself.

In a Vacuum

We all live alone

In our tiny cells,

Shrinking even more

So we don’t touch

Another human being,

Animal or plant,

Not even a river,

Pebble or shell.



Our voices are not heard

Since vacuum does not carry a sound,

And even if we were seen or heard

We wouldn’t be understood.



Dead men, hollow men,

Afraid to live, afraid to love.

Inevitable

You know,

After all,

I am waiting for you.



In spite of my fear

And your doubts

Between us love will happen

Is That Love?

Divided by a veil of dream

We look at each other

And do not see,

Listen to each other

And do not hear -

Two worlds

Separated by love.

Is This Life?

Uphill downhill

Neither who from

Nor who to

Neither where from

Nor where to

So to and fro

Rolling and strolling

Flopping and stopping

What knot

We know not

We will reveal

Peace

All equal

In the dark

Under

The same arc.

Laugh

I watch her laughing:

From her eyes little devils jump

And play around.



I listen:

In her throat young doves croon

And flutter joyfully.



She laughs

And scatters pearls happily

Out of the torn bag of gayety

Life

From the mist

Through serpentines

Toward the top.



Great silence waiting.



Aglow with sun

Silence in our chests

We slowly descend.

Loneliness

This land is empty:

Neither neighbor

Nor friend

Or brother

In your search

To find.



No citizens

In this land

Only predecessors

And those who will come

Hereafter.



Brothers in Loneliness.

Loneness

It’s icy blue and white

Like the mountain peaks,

Its fragrance faint

Like that of snow and pine trees.



It tastes so bittersweet

And makes you feel like

Loosing blood from a gushing wound

With no one around.

Lost in Passion

The captive of my thoughts

Through the labyrinths of my desire

You are wandering.

Threads of my suffering,

Are a tangled web unraveled.

You are not seeking the way.