Bitter Tropics

Bitter Tropics short poem

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It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance
the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors
it was there
in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing
first of all there grew a tree with red leaves like man’s or woman’s lips before the first kiss leaves were another kind of hands
preparing to fall
rustle over rustle till the last silence
only by chance I shared the same shadow
with a stranger
for the jealousy of those who did not know me
I waited for centuries close to the old tree trunk my cheek against the dry ground
I couldn’t refuse him when he asked me
to lend him a leaf
and I didn’t even know
where do young butterflies hide when it rains bitter
people say that
after a day that tree was brought down today no one kills himself
because of love
they’re simply killed little by little

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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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@cristina-monica_moldoveanu, such pleasant rambling of thoughts, tinged with mischief to stir the mind so as not to be boring. The unexpected turns are like swerves in a car ride that excite us in our seats. Only you could write it like that, with irony, sarcasm and more.

Keith Hammond

I really enjoyed this piece, it provoked immediate thought and sent me somewhere else, and that is the endgame. Thank you for that


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