A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Category: Parentheses
Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause –
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.
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.
Worlds of Words 