Concise. The dove roars. At first not sure if it was an owl. I know now. The sky is blue. Filled with birds. They shriek. Something about a blue sky. Our hearts beat faster in warm winds. Here in the north. I think of waves. Dolphins. I must have been a sailor. A seashell. Sometime before. And the vapors of clouds. Mysteriously they seem solid. But we go right through. Always an inspiration. A reminder. That things are not what they seem.
In the moment between the dim of daylight and darkness, the cosmos stands quiet and patient -
As a nun awaiting the voice of god.
The instant is brief
But the satisfaction rendered
Linger upon the mortal as velvety thoughts of the afterlife.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6945
Clean the city’s skin
Its buildings like necks of swans
Stretch out to reach the end of hungry souls.
Apples hang lazily in trees
Above the tracks -
We always want to go
To the inside of dreams and curl up
Like waves in the wombs of mothers.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/
You can’t refuse your own time
because everything is a succession of the past
and they who lived did as they thought best or baddest.
Now, conscience is a flower not planted in all
but we love even the crooked,
and all hearts has pulsating veins.
The eyes of babies hold nothing malicious.
of glorious angels.
Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6825
Below a cloudless cluster
You’ve unchained yourself
Roaming on the warm
Winds of Venus.
Made you lose
All the same.
Some friends don’t know you now
But you’d still remember
That you shaped
You still remember,
But remorse is a stone
Woven of yesterdays.
The Earth remains.
We however will
Crumble like little wings
In the moment of surrender
Will we then accept transition?
(Photo by Pablo Saborio - http://nihilisticpoetry.com/2013/08/21/the-ecstasy-of-water-abstract-photography/ )