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Your years, and mine by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

You ask softly
"For how long will I be enough for you?"

In my mind rush
faces,
nights and mornings,
all that I thought I was,
all that I thought I should have been,
and all the emptiness
that burned my feathers with its coldness.

Maybe it was meant to happen,
so that now I'd have the sense to stretch my hand.
You take me close to you as a human
and no words I have to answer you,
just the beat of my heart against your sweater.

Shipwreck by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Your words mere stream,
my being carried by a boat of glass,
your touch the seaweed
I sensed, without feeling

... until your kind eyes reached
my weary soul that worn-out day,
your silent warmth cracked ice
I had preserved my fragile self

My tears melted to your stream

... only then you touched,
seaweed stroking my chin,
glittering in golden evening
your delta cradled me to peace

Self-portrait by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Tired
of pretence
of numbness

I'd wish for oblivion
if only it wasn't
to be locked in
with myself.

Falconer by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Certainly no-one else would take notice
of such miserable bundles of feather,
his choices always a mystery,
like he was the one displayed to be chosen.

He reveals the hurts disregarding the screams,
nonchalantly ducking away from the talons.
Only straps of bind are those of his words,
only hood for calming, his presence.

Feeding the need to strengthen the wings
he encourages every glance to the skies
reassuring, coaxing, inviting, blackmailing,
until feathers are spread, cry escaping the beak.

With invisible wings he follows their flight,
challenging them to find their craft,
daring them to reach ever higher,
rejoicing of every beat of strong hearts!

He welcomes the spark in their eyes as
with pride they return to touch his arm;
no more out of need, but to show their joy,
then take off to explore
the winds of the world.

Through all darkness by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Does it snow on me?
I imagine I feel it,
imagine I'm alive
but it's a memory
soon fading
like light of torch.

Wish it would snow,
wouldn't be so cold,
I would be embraced,
embraced at last -
no memories,
no more, not again...

Up on my knees... and up.
I feel the cold.
I live.
another step.

Snowbirds by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Grey
ceased to
be grey that
afternoon when
hills were fading and
trees were seen wading in
whispering oblivion.............
Icy road bursting to life with
softest balls of silver taking wing
like wee angels, chirping the gloom away.

Hunt by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Senses streched
to the limits
stalk...
stalk...

Crouch
gaze fixed
to the prey

Freeze
every muscle
... ready...
Charge!
Bite!!
Enough pressure
to cause instant paralysis
and SCREAM
of laughter!!!

Insecure by Mora M. Ipekon

7/14/2004

Lord,
I know
what I was,
and I wonder
if your mercy would
extend so vastly that
it allowed me to prove I
am not the same I was, or if
my sins condemn me into yearning
for something I can see, yet never touch.

This Waltz by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

The tune of this waltz,
it makes me smile,
the story it tells
funny and fine,
of shy little devils
whose midsummer-night
was sweetened by dance
with cherubs divine.

But lo and behold! they
danced naked as newborns
and mean little swines
found wings and horns
and shy little devils
and cherubs divine
found morning be cruel
with some burping swine.

Blushing I curtsey,
you answer with bow,
we take to the rhytm
in last winter glow.
My horns and your feathers -
they're fading away
and after sweet night
dawns bright human day.

Lost by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

I wept, lost in the
realm of your embrace.
And you found me -
how soft is the song
of your touch in silence.

Northern Man by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

They say: gaze of ice
yet for me plays summer-sun
with glittering lake...

Lost Child, Hurt Mare by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

This lost child within me
crouching in his feet
the hurt mare
galloping in circles around him...
Bewildered child lifts her face
weary mare slows down
filled with suspicion, with longing...

(Att tro är att bestämma sig)

His voice is kind
His hand outstretched

(To have faith is simply to make a decision)

I close my eyes
to see him with my heart

(To trust is to make a decision)

Just one step

His touch makes me tremble
he's present...

Lacking by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

Oh God,
I just don't have what it takes
to be loved, being a woman who fakes,
takes all she is given needing warmth, consolation,
craving like one driven, filling thirst in frustration...
just a void inside me, nothing much to give,
a stringless puppet not knowing how to live.

For me, to care is to stay apart,
let no-one dear to give me the heart
for what I am gives me only sorrow
and my only hope is that tomorrow
I could finally sigh and leave past behind,
believe in life and love back, love kind.

Then a man came by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

A man came,
I left with him gladly.
Ending up in desolation,
building walls of solid stone,
shutting out myself.

Then a man came,
wide-eyed I looked up to him.
Painful Spring he brought,
tore gently down my crumbling walls,
made me face myself.

And then He came.
I hardly noticed,
so softly he speaks...
in sweet fear I want to ask him
to take me as I am...

Love most difficult by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

Like the bird-nest love.
Embrace - to keep not, but to
nurse the precious spark.

Depth by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

Like a pond I am,
your touch spreading ripples of
calm through my waters.

Electric Friendship by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

Your heart,
my pulse,
how did it happen?
Connected by the veins
of plastic and copper,
bloodshells made of bytes.
Your smile,
my laughter,
modern times
calling forth
images as old as mankind.

Soul-Bird by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

If I had the Power, I would send
my soul-bird beyond the space,
to carry you the strength I have
when I sense that yours will fade.
As a flower in the wasteland I would shine,
as the soft sound of rain I would lull you to sleep.
As the grain for your bread I would nourish you,
and in the laughter of children renew your faith.

If your fathers sang to the elk, I don't know
or if your mothers invoked their dear ones...
But your roots too are in ancient soil,
your birds share the same song with mine,
so maybe you'd know me, and stretch out your arm
and for a moment I would rest my wings,
three feathers I would leave you and then fly away...
And you would ask your children
to hush as blackbird sings.

Noon with Grandpa by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

Image of a man...
pipe, knife, piece of wood,
frown of concentration.
Our boat, waiting the tar to dry.
Sunny day of course,
seems it never rained...
Birds, lake,
soft humming from your lips.
Grey temples you had,
patches in your old hands,
wrinkles on your face
and that short beard,
rough like sandpaper.
And the slow smile
which lit your eyes
and showed the little boy
ready to have fun!
Soon a fleet of bark boats
left the harbour.
Your knees got wet too.

Wonder by Mora M. Ipekon

1/13/2004

And suddenly the colours woke up,
rich, flaming, deep...

I felt like I was listening to a song
as everything came back to life
and I could taste the evening,
every sound, every landscape
born anew after a rainy day.

A place of wonders,
this world,
in the last rays of sun.

I am thankful.