jilly let us wear your dancing shoes |
Jilly, let us run. toward the sky like fireworks at middaydown stairs where our legs should never stopOur swirling skirts in rugged shapes as we dance to songs we've never heardand laugh of moments ye...
Posted by leyla on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 05:09:00 PST |
with a lanky child run |
Her child belly pops out from under her little yellow top as she turns to smile at the world. Scruffy dusty brown hair meets her tiny shoulders, they bounce with the rhythm of the bus as she gig...
Posted by leyla on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 11:45:00 PST |
in circles i forgot to love |
I have this stuff I've written. Unfinished, sometimes edited, sometimes scribbled out, over or through. I have pages and pages of this for you, of course always best in blue ink. I have rushed ...
Posted by leyla on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:25:00 PST |
green for playful eyes |
It was my heart. That piece of paper, and when I left it I sensed loss, I missed it the way you miss something when you know you will never experience it again. I missed it with a bond that was ...
Posted by leyla on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 07:35:00 PST |
a gift of everlasting sand rising |
The Golden City I leave behind is the farewell to a romance with the desert... I sip hot chai in the sweaty quiet centre of the fort, and my imagination does not need to ...
Posted by leyla on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:57:00 PST |
stars coming down to the earth |
I wake up to the still fan in my room, the air is a thick hot breath of molasses. Men's voices enter my room easily, faultless and effortless sound carries through the the metal grate for a floo...
Posted by leyla on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 03:35:00 PST |
broken surfaces of roads built long ago |
Beeping and curling, swerving and dodging, we floated with speed past the colours of Sadar Bazaar road, past orange turbans, chapatti makers, ambling cows, sweepers, eager anklet sellin...
Posted by leyla on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:48:00 PST |
the transition, (the evolution?) the percussion |
She didn't speak at first, forgot that words were designed to have meaning. Looking across the room she understood little of what was to become of this world. Friends and laughter, karaoke and r...
Posted by leyla on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 09:58:00 PST |
the times they are a-changin' |
Why do I already know that I won't be able to sleep tonight, at least not at first, at least not with ease, at least not without the tossing and turning of restless irritated half dreams. I am a...
Posted by leyla on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 07:04:00 PST |
