suddenly (a one sentence poem)

suddenly,

the sky breaks with multitude of colors

around my eyes, chasing last night’s dwellers

through the intricate labyrinths, into

dark corners, while

dreams still clinging to the surface, still drum

forbidden thoughts, repeated by the bird

in last flush of angular vibration

between heaven and earth,

between the sky and my eyes,

like fractions of the fractal

that looms from invisibility

and disappears into its smaller self,

leaving behind a few feathers, a song.

~NKO2/28/13

the name of your shadow

the name of your shadow.

when dreams grab all their children and hide

deep underground:

when the words burn in my mouth

I call your name

the wind hisses back:

the river knocks on the glass

of its coffin: my heartbeats

increase intervals

between

their own echo  and your name:

letters splatter over the mirror.

I try to find my face in the shadow,

beyond the glass:

I call your name,

each time louder

c:NKO 2/21/13

de-light-of my-eyes.

de-light-of-my-eyes

I can say many things:

“whispering leaves, shimmering stars,

singing raindrops, trembling snowflakes”.

I can say the things

as they come and go: coffee in the morning, flowing delight

filling my cup, the sunlight slides over

the glass of your window into the afternoon and the night

forms formlessness

somewhere in the periphery of your mind.

you may go to the door, open it, let the wind in:

a breath… , a touch… , a caress… ,

a trembling shimmering whisper

and the rain 

c:NKO 02/2012

all, that was omitted

the last thing I remembered –

the moon looked me in the eyes,

before falling into the reflection of its own nakedness,

 into the abyss,

splashing black ink  at the shores of arising dreams:

 

spilled milk, a fog lost in the cloud,

strips of white silk woven into my hair,

 flowers in a vase,

forgotten for days.

I watched as they decayed,

while the  winter  glued snowflakes

over the sleeping landscape,

on my windows…

if I remembered my first thought, I’d have found the origins,

but I was spellbound by the stillness of a frozen river,

by the sound of the rising sun, your voice,

 a whisper of the dying day, by your name…

the first thing I saw

was the vastness of my failures

~NKO 2/10/13