Blue poems and Scarlet verse updated

Blue poems and Scarlet Verse updated with dedications

part 1( years 2009 to 2012)



Silent Plain I wrote this inspired at the sight of Alexandra G. a Russian college classmate

Snow softly spins through skies;

Ochre silhouette of a dancing dawn.
Serene plain, souls lost in time;
Loving winter gave its still heart.

Eagles ' silky feathers swirl and play
with wild and pristine days.

The Dark Moon flower inspired at the sight of Alexandra G.

A thick night coats the sky,
A star larks around the moon.
Trees are chillsome and bereft;
Reeling through dusk and marbled light.
Tears, salt ,bittersweet limes;
So opens the dark moon flower.

Beauty heals all scars,
At the dark moonflower;
I will look closer.

Gloom always fades and dies.
Watch the dark moon flower;
Gloom always lies.

Beauty heals.

inspired at the sight of Alexandra
Unraveled is the sky where play these lights;
A star anchoring dreams through inky nights,
Love paints the hues of a warm reverie;
From fading twilight to fresh morning dew.

Comes the gentle breeze of spring,
Shawling my heart and skin.
The scent of early blooms;
Weaves in grass sleeping still.

Into this renewed garden,
Under the eye of the first star of spring;
Are laid my thoughts of you.


Folly of a Butterfly I wrote this after I saw a dancer of an Irish female tape dancer in a show named "Rythme of the dance "in Geneva I don't know her name.

Swinging satin streams;
Purple shimmers shawled the day.
Tinged wings waltzing in a folly;
Waltzing through red and flaxen rise,
Folly of a soul on fire.

Autumn inspired at the sight of Alexandra G. too briefly in class in the university park or at breaks in a cafe or for too short a homework tutoring, if only she would have stayed with me.

Rainy pearls fade in the vehement crowd;
Like light ivory haze.
All sounds swing and hush.
I see the world and its hundred hues;
Hundred leaves dancing in their autumn gowns.

As the October sunlight swiftly beams ,
My steps swing and hush;
You are beauty and its hundred hues;
Hundred words dance in my enthralled heart

Indigo Eyes At the sight of a new picture Emma posted on Facebook
Indigo gems gently gazing;
Sea eyes caressed by daylight,
Where is your soul sailing?
Lead me to your shore;
Just for a day.

I am lost in dreams;
As the horizon glows;
I see your eyes, so indigo.


Love-lorn At the sight of Sophie K.
The light is lovesick, the light is mad,
As it plays only for your eyes;
Through ethereal dawns it sighs.

Waters wrapped all skies and stars,
For streams to shape your smile.
As waves dance with lunar hazes;
my heart languishes with the love-lorn tide.


The Boat At the sight of Sophie K.My Israeli-Russian friend

A blown boat left the sand.
Weaving, weaving its way to infinity,
Seeking the spirit of the sea.

Led by blooming diamonds:
The boat follows silver fishes,
To the spirit of the sea.
But they vanish as dew.

A blown boat left the sand
Weaving, weaving its way to infinity ,
Seeking the spirit of the sea.

Led by indigo winds:
The boat follows marbled shells,
To the spirit of the sea.
But they drown as stones.

And once, the waves whispered
The sea soul never vanished,
But was underwater
holding the boat with grace.

A blown boat left the sand.
Weaved, weaved its way to infinity,
And found the spirit of the sea.



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The WaterRose Me again with Alexandra G. on my mind

Lazy lights loafing in dreams,
This crystal skin I would embrace,
A tumbling river easing at night;
An arch-shaped wave amongst rocks twirls.

This water rose of pastel sighs
In its petals I would enlace her,
Endlessly.
And pray for the new morning,
Never to break.


Southern Strand of Time inspired by the view from my house in Spain

Waves faded away
They left savour of salt and its memories,
stiring my soul again
The innocent days and the bougainvillea smile,
The wild warming sun which never seems to die

Well, I am here again, in this southern strand of time
The earliest prints vanished with the tide.
But magic found a new breath,

Words and ink, softly sore,
Like lemons and piquant wine.

Pine trees embrace the sea,
I hear music in the twilight
Tales of boats and sailors,
Of this enamoured maid cheated by the night.
Music which never seems to die
Like this southern strand of time

A crimson Thought inspired by a reading of virgil

A sweet shadow awakened me from the unknown;
I am seeking a magical soil again.
Carried away between dreams and earth,
Words play in a path where thinkers go.
By stepping like a ghost through the doorway,
Looking at flutists and lovers' vows,
I will quit my sore days to stroll
Where a strawberry tree grows
And where soft crimson winds blow.

Rain poem
2007 -2019 (Last edited) Me again with Alexandra G. on my mind

Glass- coloured rain is pouring
And opens my mind to dreams.
Glass -coloured rain is pouring ,
And twirls my soul so it takes liking to fly .
I only see tinges ;
The tinges that shape you.
On a stormy day of thoughts,
A velvet kiss,
I will steal from your lips.
I will be laughing about myself;
Fragile ingenue
Laughing for litheness
Litheness of heart,
I feel only love,
In this restless melody
restless as my love for you

Me again with Alexandra G. on my mind
Flying

I am lifted by etheral lights of ice.
Stellar streams shine like silky mirrors.
I am swimming in the ebony sea.
Whirlwinds curve like a ring,
Like endless carousels.
Where is time?
Is this a neverending dream?
Dimensions are opened,
The world is far away,
Beneath me.






Sunrise SerenadeAt the sight of Sophie K.

2008- 2020 (last edited)
Sighs of an early morning serenade,
Awake my mind to life’s shade.
If sapience healed dim streams,
Gloom fainted from my dreams.
Sunlight is slowly dancing,
Twisting in the saffron-coloured dawn,
Like my enamored heart.


At the sight of Sophie K.
Silky Night
The sea fought its sore mind,
So has no tears to weep nor dried.
And with the moon which softens and unwinds,
You made a tide sweet as honey and wine.
I fell asleep on soil of a silky star,
where my words of love echoed from afar.


At the sight of Sophie K.
Oxygen
Dozens of tossed dreams play;
In crystal waves of the spirit .
Muses, shaped in this slumber
With endless arabesques.
Amongst a shaded sun
Of my rested soul
It is only you I see
My heart is ethereal wind ;
You are its oxygen

The musing Glade I am afraid of unrequited love .

Misty glade melodiously muses,
Rings of yielding water wheel.
For fine paths sham all rovers;
In this musing glade I am lost.
I seek this heart through wounded time,
Like a restless lenanshee.
I seek my soul through wounded time,
My soul only whole

Too still is the sea I fall in love for a male best friend who does not share that emotion
Turquoise heart lies silent now
Your wavy beats play under my fingers,
Shawled by shaded kisses.

The sun wakes from endless slumbers,
How clement are the spirits at sea ; .
And your shimmering star named horizon
Which hails you today.
Mermaids are mirages my love, do not go.



part II ( we are now in 2014)



Twisting cobblestone I hang out with a man I start aprehending as a fellon after I past flash a crush on a neighbour's boyfriend for two hours who is 60 and named Georges and Greek.
My life is a twisting cobblestone, is it quick sand, lost or held in my hands?

It goes on, like the everlasting fresh foam of spiral waves at sea,

Through fears of a lethal spell the Heavens put on me ;for loving you so fast.

I tasted your lips , the shapes of your body, searched your soul, encountered your spirit.

I now wonder as your mind displays blue realms in a navy sky too vast ;

If you'd be a murderer, a gambler , through passion and silent words.

My heart cries out "no", as do the images on my mind ,

And my loving eyes want you more and more and more.


My life is a twisting cobblestone, is it quick sand, lost or held in my hands?

Fears of lethal breath in you , blood flows on, like the everlasting whip of spiral waves through lungs


My heart cries out "no" , as do the images on my mind ,

And my loving eyes want you more and more and more.



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Janurary the 15th 2016 / last edited March 2020

china ink afraid of unrequited love

China ink



As a young maiden I would welcome slippery butterflies on the palm of my hands,their wings were china ink. These days I would shed childlike tears, so many foolish sobbing streams- Were they so foolish ? Were they so foolish when I heard butterflies ' hearts beating around my finger and under my skin singing to the young woman whom I became that no lethal bane nor any disguise were existing for me? I hoped the night lied when it displayed heavy thunder gigs quieting me through painful dread when the true skin of my soul bled- I thus understood life was made of paradoxes when this same night I dreamt the dream of a whirling butterfly in a garden where any ray of sunlight would almost leaving you blind .By showing truth of love in each human soul what a true show for mankind! Especially if a seeing glass only show images of hope-




extra
January 24, 200
Soft storm
At the sight of Sophie k.
I shape my way with ink from the black of night.

I shape my way by a sun awaking the early dawns.



I feel thunder watering my heart with its rain.

My soul is bare now, bare and whole.

Surrounded by late time shaded,

Some words unspoken, I let them fly.

Shyness broken I let it die.

I love you in a soft storm



January 24 2009 March 2019


Scarlett rosesAt the sight of Sophie k.

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

Inside this heart and soul.

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

Setting each beat on fire.

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

Inside this heart and soul,

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

As a restless white tiger.

Scarlett roses do not faint,

Lightening more and more,

This heart and soul.

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

Inside this heart and soul.

Scarlett roses dance on a water wall,

Setting each beat on fire.

0ctober 9, 2008


The entralled birchwood At the sight of Sophie k.
Dust and Silver ( summer 2017)
Vincent A. on my mind

Wheeling air and water and light now glisten by a wishing- tree dressing late summer magic in white and green.

I play with this fairy - like strand of dust and silver- flowers. voices echoing like the bright water in a fountain where rest swans of stone so black.
Dreams - a stair to the sun,to lemons bitter and lavenders, bougainvillea and cherry blossoms - whatsoever I see in my dreams.
I gaze at creamy Italian walls where I play with my curls and embroideries, my lips red and shadows entwine with some brows and eyes.Dark lips round, hair black.

Tall are the shadows when they are not sweet and tender- I wait for the storm- in a strange and acid weather sweating hot.
- Tall are the shadows are they always sweet and tender ? are they sticky ? And when comes the thunder I wonder if this love will be reached in the realm of dreams.
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Alexandra G. on my mind
Worth 01/11/2020
A song :



I see wheaty meadows and your eyes, tinges of blue and grey.

Golden hair, locks and a compassionate smile, rosebud lips, I want a kiss.


Why do I have to endure so much pain? Is it because I asked for a kiss of yours, or a truthful look, a gaze I

saw in you sometimes?

I dreamt of holding your breast, your waist and tickle your lace, I dreamt of love making and of our sighs.



I would like to grab your hands and have a stroll but I am lonely and yearning, bursting into tears

without you I am still longing for you and yearning again.





I see yourself and I see a boat on a beautiful coastal sea ;

Waters bright and foamy,

A difference with your native Russia ?

And I feel too the sun reigning in his sky

And the light that sparkles so white ,like rainfall ghosted by.

Trees are high and green like spinning heads;.

I do not want no castles,

Only stepping stones to your heart ;

as so to walk with you on cobbled ground.

I would have given you ice-creams ,

A Ghotic stairway and a milion flowerbeds,


Let's be lovers.


And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,

the sky is always wonderful and we will capture thunder through a million ways


We will shelter in an inn,

And through these shades and darker hues which remind me of you

And your eyes through cobalt ;

We will watch the sky until night.


I am a lonesome heart and I miss your grin
I have playful lines but I miss your puns
I was beautiful then he took something away.
I was in the pink but somehow I turned to grey





I miss sweety scents , a ring and a pretty wedding day.

Dream it all as true or as forbearing ghosts ,I don't mind I want to fly.

I'd see you here and for real without questioning our visions and our secrets.


I miss your loving and smile , your voice and holding you tight , I dreamt of happy days and then I had to cry.



I would like to grab your hands and have a stroll but I am lonely and yearning, bursting into tears

without you I am again longing for you

And yearning alone.



I see you smile and I see my life on a beautiful marshy shore white and rainy;

And with the days and dust thus shifting so fast like sea salt waving.


Lanes are soft and wide come play with me .

I do no want no diamonds

Only stepping stones to your heart

as so to walk with you on cobbled ground

I would have given you stoneware ,

for Ghotic stairways and a milion dreaming days,


Let's be lovers.


And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,

the sky is always wonderful and we will capture thunder through a million ways



We will shelter in an inn,

And through these shades and darker hues which remind me of you

And your eyes , through cobalt ;

We will watch the sky until night.




I am a lonesome heart and I miss your grin
I have playful lines but I miss your puns
I was beautiful then he took something away.
I was in the pink but somehow I turned to grey



Let's be lovers.


And if the sky turns dark, do not bother,

the sky is always wonderful and we will capture thunder through a a million ways



We will shelter in an inn,

And through these shades and darker hues which remind me of you

And your eyes ; through cobalt ;

We will watch the sky until night











2022 I revised my poetic prose "worth "I named "rosebud" finally. As I already mentionned I am a bisexual woman, so this was written for another young woman Alexandra

I see wheat meadows and your eyes, peeps of blue and grey. Locks of golden hair and a compassionate smile, rosebud lips. Rosebud, I want a kiss. Please do not scorn me as I glimpsed you through the hall and in my garden too. I would have kissed you near my rose wall made of roughcast and kissed all the lights of you. I dreamt of holding your waist and tickle your lace and all in a day you would have taken all my breath away and everywhere. I dreamt of holding your waist and tickle your lace and all in a day you would have taken all my breath away and everywhere.

While making love we could have been as one with our promises and sighs. I wanted to grasp your hands and me wanting such strolls why to have you left me so lonely? I am tired of all the yearning and bursting into tears. I set foot on the Adriatic only to envision you again, a few steps from a boat alongshore. This is only a dream, the vision of a friend of mine I was in love with, you are this friend young woman So there are you and a boat. And the coastal sea where waters are all bright and are all foamy. And I take a glimpse of the sun which is reigning in the sky. These are beautiful days and places. A difference with your native Russia, where such lovely days are met too? And with so many rays of light that sparkle dressed in pure white,all look like rainfall ghosting And trees are high and green like spinning heads I do not want no castles even if the latter look as if fairies were hidden through the shingle walls and bricks

I do not want no castles, only steppingstones toward your heart., a walk with you on cobbled ground. I would have given you ice-creams, a gothic stairway and a million flowerbeds, Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother, the sky is always bewitching, and we will capture thunder which has million ways to go for a dance. We will shelter in an inn. And with your eyes, grey and blue and a foot set on cobalt. We will have watched the sky until night. You left me way too early and now I am a lonesome heart and still I am missing your grin I have playful lines, but I miss your puns. I met a man, I was beautiful then.

And lovingly,he took something away. I was in the pink but somehow, I turned to grey. I miss sweety scents, a ring and a pretty wedding day. Dream it all as true or as forbearing ghosts, I don't mind I want to fly high, my lovely lady I would see you for real without questioning any visions I had for both of us nor the love I have been feeling which I could not speak to you of yet.

I miss your loving and I would do anything for a bit of your smile and your voice and holding you tight.I dreamt of happy days. Why am I left to cry? Sometimes I still see you smile on a beautiful marshy shore swirling in pure gemming rain. And with the days and dust thus shifting so fast like sea salt tumbling on waves. In some lanes that are soft and wide I would have asked you to come and play with me. I do not want no diamonds. Only stepping stones toward your heart I wish to have ,to walk with you on cobbled ground, I would have given you stoneware, gothic stairways and a million dreamy days, Let's be lovers. And if the sky turns dark, do not bother, the sky is always wonderful, and we will capture thunder that goes for a dance in million ways. We will shelter in an inn. And through the shades , the darker hues, this night sky which reminds me of you. I will look into your eyes as if I had strolled into an endless stargaze.

And this one was written for a young man Vincent
revised " Dust and Silver:Wheeling air and water and light now glistening by a wishing- tree are dressing late summer magic in white and green. I play with this fairy - like,strand of dust and silver- flowers. Voices areechoing like the bright water in a fountain where rest swans of stone so black. Dreams - a stair to the sun,to lemons bitter and lavenders, bougainvillea and cherry blossoms - whatsoever I see in my dreams. I gaze at creamy Italian walls where I play with my curls and embroideries, my lips red and shadows entwine with some brows and eyes. Dark lips round, hair black. Tall are the shadows when they are not sweet and tender- I wait for the storm- in a strange and acid weather sweating hot. - Tall are the shadows are they always sweet and tender ? are they sticky ? And when comes the thunder I wonder if this love will be reached in the realm of dream.