words create worlds
A twisted careless thought curled back into the middle of my mind. An accidental consequence of someone else’s solid truth, a radiant silent reply, a whirling wind, the dust of scattered memories brought up. I wish I could have held it – a kite I’d never flown. I wish I could have kept it out
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.
Într-un aproape colţ în care Edison nu se-ntindea nici raza nu avea tangenţă cu nemulţumirea mea într-un aproape întuneric smintit de-atâţia pixeli ţipători zvârliţi de monitorul mare şi-ntronat ca împărat în faţa mea, orbită poate chiar de prea multa lucrare atins-am alt ecran, unul mai mic şi vorbitor, de-atâtea ori mângâietor de alte multe ori
‘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
O veche poezie trovantată. M-au inspirat trovanţii de la Ulmet, deşi, nu ştiu cât se schimbă pietrele însele, dar uite că schimbă cuvintele dânsele. :) (Publicată în volumul Eternul exerciţiu, 2004)
Worlds of Words 