“i believe all sin, love, glory are this: 

when you slide down the knotted sheets, 

escaping from gestapo headquarters, 

and she hugs you, 

there, 

suspended, 

and she whispers that she's always dreamed of you. 

the rest is just sex, 

copulation, 

the perpetuation of the vile species.”

Umberto Eco (1932-2016)

in Foucault's Pendulum

some winters never melt

trust vs tryst

[ let it flood ]

Copyright © Adonna Khare

{random poetry #122}

What You Cannot Hold

You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing

that is more than your own.

Let it brush your cheeks

as it divides and rejoins behind you.

Blessed ones, whole ones,

you where the heart begins:

You are the bow that shoots the arrows

and you are the target.

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back

into the earth;

for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

The trees you planted in childhood have grown

too heavy. You cannot bring them along.

Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.

Rainier Maria Rilke

"With All My Heart"

Geiser, Julia (2013)

from The Age of Collage Vol. 2, Copyright Gestalten 2016

. magnifique . extraordinaire . impressionnant . troublant . éblouissant . joli . charmant . somptuex . beau . étourdissant . fascinant . hypnotisant . illusionnant . radieux . splendide .

. merveilleux .

“it was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.”
 Steinbeck, J.