CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on July 24, 2017 by magda
„Caldura” finlandeza
„Bucura-te de lucrurile marunte. Într-o buna zi s-ar putea sa privesti înapoi si sa descoperi ca erau cele mai importante lucruri.” Robert Brault 16 iulie 2017, Kotka, Finlanda.
Mottoul ales pentru corespondenta de astazi este definitoriu pentru modul în care locuitorii din Kotka si foarte multi turisti care s-au implicat...
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Posted on July 14, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday, my Father!
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Posted on May 23, 2017 by magda
Dust If You Must
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books...
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Posted on May 16, 2017 by magda
Neuron’s lover
In the last 20 years an entire field of literature (could I call it literature?) appears to be dedicated to “relationships”.
Either fictional or so-called scientific books, novels, materials (you name them!) attacked the market with their remedies and recipes on “how to make a relationship perfect” in two or...
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Posted on May 7, 2017 by magda
Almost a poem
He loved me. A six-O kind of love: He looooooved me. But he didn’t love me, me. He loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: the way...
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Posted on February 5, 2017 by magda
My Phoenix January
I was born in the light of night,
between denial, despair, delight,
upon my word, I nothing knew
of my new life and its own dew.
I felt my feathers’ fire sweet
becoming ashes in a beat,
I heard my lament falling high,
a stricken beauty meant to die,
announcing life. So I’ve been told,
since birth...
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Posted on January 17, 2017 by magda
Lalaland
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us
stories about being abroad and
I remember that she told us she jumped in the river once,
Barefoot
She smiled,
Leapt, without looking
And She tumbled into the Seine!
The water was freezing
she spent a month sneezing
but said she would do...
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Posted on January 17, 2017 by magda
Si…
…cad zapezile-ostenite,
si-n mine urla lupi natangi,
adulmecand poteci gresite.
Te-astept pe tine sa-i alungi.
… fug de oameni printre oameni,
si-n inima-mi omatu-i greu,
si sunt un nimeni printre nimeni,
te cat pe tine, omul meu.
…vantul suduie napraznic,
si limba lui nu-i limba mea,
la moartea dorului fac praznic.
Te-astept sa plangi cu fulgi de nea.
…iar ma nasc in...
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Posted on July 22, 2016 by magda
Musca secunda din mine
Musca secunda din mine
Si îmi musca din lumine;
Bu tot visez un drum pierdut
Dar nu-l mai vad ca la-nceput
Sa fi venit din asfintit
Prin lan de grâu îngalbenit?
Sau iesit pe cea poarta
Calea mea era desarta
De-mi ieseau în cale spinii
Pâna-n marginile vinii?
Si, fatal, fara cuvinte,
Vedeam cruci fara morminte,
Parca-n tarini, prabusite,
Fara...
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Posted on February 11, 2016 by magda
WHATEVER
Seems as we age we tend to wander back to yesterday
Our memories cling to personal things of times now far away
As one by one Life calls us ‘out’ we move on up the queue
Towards the space left empty by the loved ones we once knew
If there’s one thing I know...
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