I loved to watch her

when she made those eyes

She started with the upper eyelid,

painting the lash line in black

that ended in a sharp wing

A true piece of Art


I tried to make those eyes

on my dolls with a felt-tip pen,

messing up their beautiful dollfaces

My later experiments to create

an equal mother's eyes-like

aesthetic appearance,

ended up in dark cloths and spots

 I finally acknowledged I would

 never reach this state of perfection


 My mom told me today how proud

 she always has been of me

 We're not much alike my child, she said

 but you really have my eyes


© Daginne Aignend


The tears of Empathy

quenches the thirsty stones

of the desolate mind

from  the withered creature

called Loneliness.


Loneliness, hesitant,

starts to lick the saline liquid

First, of the smallest pebbles

A droplet of Hope is seeping through

the cracked surface,

as suddenly Greed arrives

Greed overwhelms Loneliness,

make its fibers swell

until they explode


Pleasant streams

of comforting Silence mingled

with calm Serenity

Endings in a total nothing


© Daginne Aignend





© Daginne Aignend



My life is one of darkness

A world covered in shades

Dreariness surrounds me

The last shreds of daylight fades


Stumbling around in blind panic

Condemned to a perpetual rove

A sudden clear revelation

Just had to take my sunglasses off


© Daginne Aignend