words create worlds
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 –
Eu nu mă rog să mi se dea, ci să se ia Să se ia dorul şi mai ales nodul cu care ne-a legat cine ne-a legat! De ce ne-o fi legat dacă legătura doare? Să se ia norul care-a umbrit cerul care-nsenina marea şi-i scotea sarea de-o înălţa până la cer! Să se ia
A drop of you, a drop of me, instants dripping through the unexpected heat. Surrounding us diaphanous fairies of fate in circles merging colors- a bit of blue, a chunk of red, into the blank of white, the time we never spent, a cloud, some memories submerged in the unknown, the present rose, a present
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.
Worlds of Words 