17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/17 Archipelago Stockholm, Sweden

Behind us we towed a small motor boat.  Being an inexperienced sailor, I first thought we brought it along in case the boat began to sink.  But no, when strawberries were needed to complete a meal, we suited up and headed in the small motor boat toward a local port.  I liked to imagine that it was my blue eyes, or my healthy build, rather than just the curiosity of “Who is he?” (more…)

17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 029 A journey through the pieces

A journey through the pieces, isolated by the sea, this place of inner solitude, has adopted me
and though dreams may come and dreams may go, I’ll keep this picture painted in my soul, my Swedish family

A picture framed with smiles, on faces of compassion, of my shipmate and his princess, his queen and her captain
standing in front of the many white sails, you could see the winds come and go
and our captain’s eyes had stories to tell or many journeys and rainbows

Look around, he told me, I already found the pot of gold and I’d give every last wish for eternal time
if this was the end of my road, don’t let yourself be, like the others, never letting their feet touch the ground
maybe you have to grow as old as me before you’ll understand

17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 030 Are you in love my lady

Are you in love my lady or are you waiting for something more, then please my lady come to me,
let me open up the door

I know my love is strong enough, you’ll see my love is true and if you keep an open heart, I know, you’ll love me too
I know that life is very special and I know the songs you sing, so how could I, let you pass me by,
not knowing what I bring

I bring you flowers, this summer’s day, so when you’re down, you’ll hear me say, I love you, I love you, true
I know that life is very special and I know the songs you sing, so how could I, let you pass me by,
not knowing what I bring

I bring you warmth, on winter days, so when you’re cold, you’ll hear me say, I love you, I love you, true

17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 031 I’ve lost the colors

I’ve lost the colors, pictures of memories, of the best-made pieces life has polished, now lost inside of me
one careless moment and it found its way, this light destroyed with speed and took away the colors,
I could never let you see