Poems from Amarix
Like Fibonacci lost
at the turning of the tide
Nothing but spots and suds
scrubbing at sandy shores
Grinding into little pieces the
Grains...
Christened by feathered leaves
softly settle
a silhouetted sleeping figure slowly covered
peaceful, watchful
endings.
And I dream of...
Seasons are changing
So we’re not changing
Certainly limited in mortality
Crazy trade-off.
I’m not going to write you
a traditional poem...
I do not speak in words.
I speak in fluids
Water
Air
The silk scarf of the
breeze, warm like a wave
on my skin.
I speak in rocks and sharp...
Time walks away from me.
All at once like a gasp.
Sometimes it runs, swiftly,
like the snow.
Caught up in its mesmerizing images I
let...