Winter

It’s winter again:

all that is mortal

breathes slow.

dark roads

lost under infinite white,

lay low, skin to skin with Earth.

rivers

curled at the bottom,

dream of a fish, a rainbow.

cities slow down,

sleep longer,

look alike,

glued by the cascading patina

of a gray sky.

the net of barren trees

tremble…

I think of trees:

stripped to the bones,

embraced by death,

dreaming of life.

at this time

of white reflection

I learn to forget

every day,

as early nights

softly

wrap around  

bones of my memory.

in those short winter days

darkness falls early

~NKO 12/3/13

Language barrier.

in the valley of weathered bones

I speak the language of the rain,

the words of broken continuum:

I understand silence – long and translucent,

I can almost see through it.

I hear the void whisper pale memories,

an echo of something so distant,

so faint…

I dream of a symphony,

a song,

thunder by my door.

…in the house of shadows

all sounds magnified.

sometimes, my love, I want to turn away

from the ocean of your face

and stay in the rain

of my internal landscape. sometimes

I wish for spring to come

and melt your language of snow into water

~NKO 2012

A Thought...

When you remove something important from your life or it removes itself, the empty space wrap around you and a void stares into your eyes like your own grave. By osmosis, the other things start to push in, the things, you kept at bay. Now, when there is a dead zone within you, those things are first in line to sneak into your life, into your being. Suddenly you start to notice some changes - your likes, your tastes, even your dreams are not your old, familiar and comfortable anymore.  You look deeper and you notice you still have a  will (you always have a will) to resist or to let it be. ~ Resistance is Not Futile~, but you may not see any reasons why you would. the emptiness is not dangerous because of the absence of things, but because of indiscriminate acceptance of all things that wish to enter. From my personal experience – keep the emptiness empty, otherwise when unneeded things fill the void around you, they will continue to invade your being, until it breaks you and changes you into something you are not. ~ c:NKO 8/15/13

At the fringe.

I sleep in a house

without walls

half drowned in the rain

that drips from my eyelids

drop-by-drop

trapped in the past

like a mosquito in a drop of amber

dreams condensed in a breath of death

lethal

like a viper’s kiss

c:NKO 2013

Raindrops like heartbeats in silence.

 the summer drowns in the rain

as if Noah’s flood once more.

the sun is pale and half asleep,

wrapped in cotton clouds.

the dusky day flows into darkness.

and prematurely rising night

reduces all to nothing,

to the length of my touch.

I open the door

I listen to the song

of the night and rain,

slow and heavy… cold

like the face of a comet.

a song without words:

a song that guide me far,

in the land of my dreams,

where only silence and darkness,

where the frozen breath of God

drifts toward the distant sun,

where I can hear my heartbeats

~c:NKO 7/29/13 

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The low sky of the afternoon

drops in the dark waters

solitude of the moment

enchants sounds and colors

into the asymmetry

of noneremembrance

the carnival of ever changing things

floods the blindness in every breath

the unknown snarls

flushing bare canines

from the gapping mouth of the full moon

we stare into each other’s eyes

so distant so close

different

and the same under

the tent of blooming stars

the silence of their gaze awakens me

the fresh and gentle wind of the past

touches my face

and the kiss on my lips

tastes like the sea

always fresh

never forgotten

c:NKO 6/17/13

My Feline.

you walk South, I walk North,

we cross each other’s paths,

turn our heads and stare.

we share the road:

you keep to your side I keep to mine.

we often exchange dirty looks

our predatory instincts glimmer in our pupils:

no smiles, no aggression

no winner in the game of deception,

our blood equally hot when it flows.

today

you lay on my parking spot:

stray, stripy, ruddy and friendly

I gently touch your silky, deceptively warm, fur.

I see a pool of dried blood beneath your cheek…

tomorrow

I will forget where you are

C:NKO 6/2/13 revised