Saturday, March 17, 2012


Wild nights
Smoking on
The veranda
Speaking loudly
The wet heat
Flows slowly
In our bones
Lamp posts shine
Long and soft
And the music
Is sad and low
A warm breeze
Blows gently
From ocean waves
To sandy beaches
Soaked in dreams
Of the old times


  1. I love this one! Your poem reminds me of the atrociously warm summers at my grandma's place...It makes me feel nostalgic--which is my way of saying: "your imagery is, quite simply put, epic." :D