Pigeon ideas

I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.

Holiday consideration

The intense direct sun
Burns and melts my doubts away.
A life in the lab,
A life under the detached neon
Feels cold now and its value questionable.

 

Pair match

We are shaken like socks
In a washing machine
Started on an early morning
Of July.
I feel you, my love,
Near but thorn,
present but distracted,
But always similar.

Cycle of this life

Repeat and renew
Is a motto for work and for life.
Myself, my interests, my failures
Are resurfacing over and over again
In the cyclical time.
I run naked to make this cycle
Consistent with who I am,
Yet new and innovated
To move ahead.

Open door

Chose your dress carefully today
As you are going to be surprised.
You left the door open to the invisible possibilities
And today someone will enter
Flying or sneaking,
Behind your back,
While at the desk.
Unable to produce opportunities
You can only leave some space for them
And get ready to say ‘ yes’.

Laser love

What makes my stomach
Contract and resist
To the ongoing drama
Is apparent.
What will fill it with butterflies
With the energy of a laser
Is dear
And coming after work.

Dear me

Dear me,
I am happy you kept control today
And let time pass
Waiting for the right moment
To speak.
Remember to
Hide your weapons
And enjoy the circus
Offered freely every day.