Bitter Green

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead
those familiar persons with ordinary words
with hobbies and bad habits
so homy ,
we ride together on the horse or in the small car
we fall asleep in the bed from the doll’s house furniture
it’s too ridiculous ,
I am too old
to wear a dandelion flower on my chest
as a mourning sign for the sun of my childhood
when I gathered in my hands small hearts from shepherd’s purse
weeds to grow roots in another place eventually
since I have wandered on the straight road I hide under my softly lined coat
my arms tattooed by lightnings still lively
my blood dripping in the dust
sticking like scabies onto my shoe soles.
I am ashamed to take off my shoes to follow the shortcut
the gate has moved altogether with its pillars on the other side of the road
I tighten my fist under the sleeve
I bend my knees and crouch
near the deserted well with the cry of a white lamb whiter and whiter

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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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