IULIA GHERGHEI

IULIA GHERGHEI

CAPTURING PAST IN A POEM

One of these mornings

Crisp in their frost

Harsh in their glassy bite

One of these mornings, I say

I will glide on the frozen sidewalk

Testing my adherence to the ground

And maybe, just maybe

In the presence of this phony sun

All smiles, no heat at all

I will travel back time

In another winter

When my father and his friend

Were pulling the sleigh with all of us

Their daughters on

When at a turn we woke up in snow

Laughing like crazy

Breaking the winter demons

With our laughter

One of these mornings, I say...

PORTAIT OF A PORCELAIN SILLOUETTE

She is coming.... She is finally coming

Her boys are running

Opening her way

Her dress, her walk

They all are saying

I am a powerful cat

A lioness hiden under a porcelain sillouette

We are waiting for her

To fill up the park with her joy

Charm and her insinuous perfume

A pefume that numbs wills

A pefume like a snake

Tempting with its stare the entire paradise

A perfume that stays with you long

After Noah's flood has passed

A perfume that makes you

follow her steps in a trance

From afar you see her dancing hips

You hear her bracelets jingle

And wonder how jealows was God on Eve

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Crisis and all sort of deaths

Debates, little white lies, huge lies told with fixed stares

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Kings wear the madness's hat with glamour

New tiaras for the Barbie dolls at the mall

The poet, stripped of his revelry

Pokes his eyes and ears

Rives his arteries

Floods the world with his no use blood

In a last attempt to sanity

IULIA GHERGHEI