not as it seems

not as it seems

honey is not about the sweetness

 -viscosity?

as bees not about the honey

 -labor?

flowers are not about the bees

 -pollination?

and the ground is not about the  flowers

 -fertility?

your eyes are blue like water in the sky

like a road for the rain to travel

like the blood in my veins

when oxygen is a scarcity

when midnight mixed with solitude

the words are  trash or a code

but not a thought not

even the reflection of it

c:NKO 3/15/13

I want to live

I want to live

                without tomorrow,

like an autumn leaf, still attached,

touched by the breath of winter.

cold…

breath…

I want to live like a ship,

separated with the land,

embraced by tides, wind

and  bones of the abandoned moon.       

…a feather upon

the violence of restless sea.

I want to live like a migrating bird,

driven by  the harmony of invisible lines,

blinded by the fate of the moment.

…as a whisper

of the departed thought,

a surge of red through the spider web

of blue.

I want to sleep without dreams:

wrapped in a tight cocoon of my own skin,..

still and absent,

reduced to the droplet

 that never breaks

~c:NKO 2013

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 

words

some words are thick as honey,

the truth 

poisoned and corrupted,

caught

in sweetness  without limits,

trapped in words,

like a bee’s fragments in honey:

broken wings, parts of a legs, half of a jaw,

something small and dark,

could be an eye,

and a useless sting...

~c:NKO 1/24/13