::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, November 21, 2009


i watch
the fog roll off the lake
and over the city until i am
surrounded by its thick, cold dampness
before i step into the unknown.

the darkness of winter
mornings, chill, early,
before the city awakes

allows for meditation.

i find myself--in the darkness of winter mornings.


  1. nice aubade...

    time to think... time to reflect... time to take the first step onto the hardwood floor...

  2. oohhh klaire am mr.pappy sharma from india,i want to compose some of ur poems then i like to record them in my voice (coz am composer and singer) although i cant pay any single penny to you,neither i want any from you for this work.. but if u also loke this mail me ur sellphone number.and i will record then will send you ...some of ur lines stayng in my heart..lez be friends klaire ..keep writing .my email