The magic of Christmas…
Warmth in time of cold,
lights in time of darkness,
food in time of hunger,
drink in time of responsibility…
The most basic,
the most primitive,
the most human…
Tag: poetry
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Christmas Tree
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Spiral
It is utterly impossible to say exactly what I want to say, for expression changes thought.
But thought does not exist outside expression, and hence it is impossible not to say it.
Expression and thought, form and content…
the endlessly fascinating game that is the colour of vision and the shape of a snail’s shell. -
Autumn Stained Glass
Fall.
The time of unrest.
The space between seasons.
The riotous clamour of colour and the whisper of falling leaves, rustling…
The melody is created in the space between scream and whisper,
as between death and rebirth arises the music of life. -
Reflection
Over the years
I became so used to seeing myself reflected in your eyes –
I forget to look in the mirror…
At the end of the day,
this is the only reflection that matters. -
Surrealism
For me, the value of surrealism is not in showing something unusual,
it is in making us look at ordinary things anew…
Seeing what somebody else made up is nothing compared to co-creating a world! -
Imagination
By its nature, fiction is limited to what its’ author already knows.
Only realism and exploration have a chance
of actually expanding the universe of our cultural imagination.
