Rupestrian

Rupestrian short poem

Photo by Vanessa Penagos

My happiness ends here , on a Sunday’s evening
after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler
after this bright red sunset
there will be no more painless, careless,fearless moments
the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles,it’s echoes are lost
no better things to do than strolling these streets,almost losing ground
than staring at people right into the whole,the full of them
without any thought on my mind

only the shadow of my elbow is touched by other shadows
en passant
silhouette after silhouette
Modigliani’s women,Brâncuşi’s magic birds
la dolce morte della luce
everything flows into thoughts,thoughts into other thoughts,
even Charon’s boat disappears
and right now my lips paralyzed to prevent me from proving the truth

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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