AGRON SHELE

AGRON SHELE

WHITE LIGHT

A white light,

Wakened in the waters of my soul,

Over the wings of a flying bird

Just as once before...

A mirror of a reborn life in turmoil

Just as today...

Kidnapped from warm verses in rebellion.

White hope,

A voice of life colors without borders

An open canvas of colors brighten

Beautiful

Just as dreams of nights of no return

Thunderstorm,

Of a burning star, steaming hot.

White word,

Raised in the high benches of thoughts

Carved in ancient mythology of trust

Poured,

In fiery horizons of the west.

White life,

a broken mirror of crossed fates

a deep sea of kidnapped sorrows

just as snow...

Dissolved in the first rays of craziness

Just as a leaf...

Lost in a freezing autumn universe.

MY DREAMS ARE THERE

My dreams are there,

Just like thousands of icebergs in an endless ocean.

Mind penetrates all the way flying,

In other skies, trips “endless”.

My dreams are there,

In spring skies, with many stars

Pieces of feelings crumble a soul

And turned magic into a cloth.

My dreams are there,

Just like light whitening, in sun rise.

With longing of autumn in a chest

And ...points of rain – sorrow.

My dreams are there

Over rainbow arches, colors of thoughts;

A white day, hope and happiness,

Trenches are twisted, poetry rebellion.

My dreams are there

Formatted in a great feeling...

A view thrown in a dark sky

Breathing margins – a statue shape.

ON THE ‘SIVENSTON’ PARK

In ‘Sivenston’ Park is quiet,

silence,

abandoned,

Lost benches in a heretic time.

A frozen lake and forgotten wings

Of white swans dissolved in migration.

On ‘Sivenston’ park is cold,

Freezing,

wind is blowing.

A snow that feels with crystallised snow flocks,

Steps are knocking, slow motions

Flip flaps of enlarged shadows.

‘Sivenston’ park, a broken vision,

Worlds are crossed,

Awaiting for water flows,

Shapes of symbols painted on lips

Mirages and dreams of broken memories.

“Sivenston’ Park an infinite vision

Whiteness,

a thrill of fates.

Among clouds and nights an icy longing,

Sleeps below the forest naked and alone.

RAIN IN MONTPARNASSE

(Charles Baudelaire)

Today was raining in my town

Yesterday was the same symphony

With trickles of mist in bitter traces

In that time,

That was bending a sickening muse

Over evil flowers

Rooted under darkness

And shadowed in grey,

In a soul

Flowering the pain of light

Remaining

A white boat ravaged by seas!

Today horizons descended drapes of clouds

On the brightest stands of the sky

Behind the scenes of stars,

That embodied concern

And a faded angel

Driven magically

Through the warmth of words

And extended conviction

A broken blood

Biting of evils

Thirsty kisses

Escaped demons

Towards deepest mysteries

The wind held her breadth today

For the concert played in Montparnasse

Without violins

Except vibrations of air,

As inarticulate,

From a choir of birds that keep the same nest

With their broken wings

On that statue

Those orchids descended on earth!

MY MUSE!

What beauty do you hide inside sunsets?

What dreams resurfaced beyond freedom?

What song is playing through an abysmal terrain?

What rays is it demanding in the darkening evenings?

My muse!

Remained on top of a silent abyss,

I am attacking silence through a dissolved eternity.

everywhere I see an elderly dusk

appears on any corner a revitalised sunrise.

My muse!

Years and grey hair just like giant rocks,

Are whitened in hidden clouds.

Carved soul from a dried pen,

Is shaken, torn apart, away in the unknown.

My muse!

Perhaps you arrived as punishment within drunkenness

Or as a shivering game of dizziness?

I breathe girl’s eyes hidden in you

And tears returned into a topaz.

My muse!

As a blessed breath pressing in forgiveness,

Since we awoke as poets in a sun rise.

Peaceful Sun sets brewing life

Days are going faster with a fast track...

TRANSLATED BY PETER TASE

AGRON SHELE

AGRON SHELE  was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania.  Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (Novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (Novel), “Wrong Image” (Novel) , “Innocent Passage” (Poetry) and “Ese-I ” .  Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane- 1,” “Pegasiada , Open Lane- 2 and ATUNIS magazine”.  Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015,  The Second Genesis -2013, etc.  Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.