Oh, Aurora,
how many people
keep chasing you?
It is a riddle
when your show is due.
Aurora, kaboom!
A green light!
Is it really you,
this fiery kite
in the deep blue?
Shy Aurora,
behind a thin veil
made out of mist,
as a first date
I got the gist.
Aurora, alas,
I must say goodbye
as day makes way
and away you die.
We’ll meet again
somewhere,
sometime.
Categoria: poetry
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First Encounter With Aurora
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A Walk To Uunisaari
There are no ships
in this harbour
in this toned-down,
muffled season.
Water half frozen,
as a distant flame
lights a sauna
with a red haze.
Like life made small,
concentrated,
shrinking into a spore,
to resist the cold.
Merely dimmed
but not dead,
ready to blaze
as is spring again.
A picture suspended
in space and time,
a souvenir
for my inner eye. -
Botanical Garden
I see green,
herbaceous-scented,
aromatic,
warm and humid,
welcoming.
Exotic plants
high as the ceiling,
towering over me,
modest meat
aged for 36 years. -
Watching People At Oodi
People pass by,
live,
hurt,
thrive.
Different features,
same beating heart.
All gathered
under this ceiling,
sinuous
as everybody’s destiny. -
On A Bench At Kaisaniemi Park
A white, calm scene,
unsaturated.
Birds sliding on the ice,
slippery.
Rolling trains noise behind,
soothing.
A freezing wind,
softly speaking.
My senses gently caressed,
never assaulted.
My inside is at peace
with the outside, and I
become one with the sight,
the sound, the scent,
the touch so gelid.
I am part of it
and it is part of me,
perfectly balanced,
homeostatic.
No pressure to achieve
or to appear,
just be in this place and time,
here and now
and nothing more,
in the chilling cold.
My take on Dolce Vita,
man and nature
entwined. -
Per Se Among Stars
Existentialists
on night shifts
in spaceships,
under neon light,
settling that Earth
is but a rubber ball,
and we are the sole architects
of our fate in the world.
Cosmic & Uneasy 