microscopic muses

Minute by minute  Inch by inch measure of death

  *exploring love's lips with your finger tips a blind person's braille* Words are like flowers with petals of letters Unfolding

 

 

  Everything happens for a reason The coming and going The knowing and growing  The growing with knowing  *you*

Mothers are the seed that keeps on growing   and   nurturing growth They are the ones that hold your heart,    in their hands  and your hands in their heart Even when my hands were soiled, my Mother still kissed them and washed them; with her tears Happy Mother’s Day!  To all Mothers, past, present and future.

  A warming ocean Risks the losing of oneself Amongst climate change

 And to celebrate such…… ERVINA HALILI TRANSLATED BY  SUZANA VULJEVIC The March of the Earth Earth, you’re nestled in twilight and from your slumber flows of lava erupted awake in fury to the drumbeat of a stately march oozing over the slothful time of budding shoots and bones saturated in humus-rich soil follow the rhythm of your vapors and dance with me, Earth let us lose ourselves let us lose ourselves in a delirium I saved some of your jasmine fragrance, Earth smear it onto my breasts and make love to me till you’ve pulled my hair straight into your heart I feed your spawn I, time of eternity give birth to the new world Modern Poetry in Translation Magazine  ·  Ervina Halili, ‘The March of the Earth’ Translated by Suzana Vuljevic from Albanian

  climb high higher than your reach reaching for the impossible 

  Quietening a whisper   Tinnitus sounds Deafening echoes

  One person tells you one thing Another person Tells you completely different *mixed signals*

What  language do you hear Under water ……. Mine

  Are your dreams starved of me mine are of you Defining empathy  In my dreams, I saw you holding me tight (my glasses were broken)