Five fingers grew. The fig tree knew
his magic green into the blue would match
the greatness of his roots, would bring
the goodness to his fruits.
words create worlds
Five fingers grew. The fig tree knew
his magic green into the blue would match
the greatness of his roots, would bring
the goodness to his fruits.
‘Your poem has been heard! Your wish, as well.’ (Aloft – „I wish I could have cried a rainbow in your palms”) On Nov. 19th, an outburst of Northern Lights over Tromsø, Norway, painted the sky with all the colors of the rainbow. Aurora tour guide Marianne Bergli photographed the outburst. http://www.spaceweather.com/archive.php?view=1&day=20&month=11&year=2018 It was very convenient for
I wish you could have comprehended the light that crosses our conjoined veins I wish you could have felt its music, the magic chords of harmony we sought. I wish you could have known that words can only keep us far, aloft… I wish you could have heard the tears embedded in my silence.
A poem from „Parentheses”, which is a work in progress, still. ;) Yet, I’ve included some of the English poems in „Memories” („amintiri”), my latest Romanian book that has been published in July. Illustrations and cover for Parentheses by Jade Ene.
Teach me more how to love lies hatred cruelty stupidity hypocrisy jealousy pretence compassionless barbarism brutalism insolence ingratitude intolerance integrity-not fear … or better don’t! Stop teaching and give me your indestructible love all-melting fusion power the incomprehensible wisdom and purity of mind. Embrace me in your kindness and heal my wounded eyes. Live your