Persephone’s Memories

Persephones Memories short poem

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And there’s rigoletto laughing out the cry of the one who’s defeated by fate
among the spectators dressed in blue by the light flooding them between the
acts and there’s the woman eternally defeated by love, a cup with poison from
which they drink, the men who used to believe
maybe the world means to win over that sentimental beast, to open your eyes
without amazement in front of the newborn’s cry, the world where passions die
in the name of freedom
I wonder
if this is exactly the sun in everybody’s eyes
how could I tear apart the veil woven around every cradle
with such soft hands it is impossible
somebody plays god every day
lights up the fire and wastes time
searches among deities and tombs a piece of clay that he kneads
folding the dough
he tries to invent another empty space inside earth’s crust
I took my knapsack on my shoulders it smelled like bread and onion, I climbed
upon the hill’s mane,I felt beautiful and young,I believed there will be a right
hand holding my left hand, when I came back it was snow and the house’s
chimney was faintly whistling,I bit a red apple from yesteryear’s crop,it was
cold and wrinkled
in the play of a lonely child there is room for a whole world
of angels

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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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