GHOSTS IN JULY

Appear in the machine
With voices from a past one thought gone by
Among the rain, along with the mist and the fog
Their words illustrate the screen
Making me wonder why
Making my heart beat wild.

FIRST DAY OF SUMMER BLUES

Blue-grey sky suggesting an impending storm.
Dirty pale blue heat making me sweat.
No wind makes everything still and expectant.
People wonder looking at the sky, sniffing up
When will the rain start?

STILLNESS

Way past midnight.
Home alone.
Some distant cars coming back from parties act as background noise.
Far away in my bedroom, the National Anthem is playing.
No moon tonight after last week's eclipse.
No stars in this forgotten city.
Lamplights shine, airplanes shine in the distance, occassionally.
Can't sleep.
Too much silence.
Nothing to do.
Absolutely no worries, no expectations, no illusions.
Nothing.
Nothing will come out of nothing.
Until when?

UNAVOIDABLY MISSING YOU.

I was able to live without you for many years.
I can live perfectly well without you.
I know I will be able to live without you for the rest of my life...

I just don't want to.

Whatever.

THE BUMPY ROAD

My grandpa used to say, "Why so much jumping, being the ground so smooth?"
Being a working woman in high heels I should know it is not true.
The ground is bumpy, it goes up and down, it has holes, it has stones, it has small pebbles that get inside the shoes making the walk even harder.
Of course it sometimes is smooth, and when it stays like that for long it may get boring.
It may not be easy, it may not be comfy, it may be tiring, it may be frustrating end even excruciating, but it will be rewarding... some day. I hope.

LACK OF CLARITY

Other could have been his answer,
Different could have been his response.
Leaving aside all remorse,
He still a lot made me wonder.