Poezie

Origins

1 min lectură·20 iunie 2005

Mediu

Origins

The end drips into rain

criss-crossing the time that flees

mixing through the river

with an acid flavour, bitter

I drown myself

I lose myself

The moon lighting up my night

a light streaming my lone session

my relentless progression

advancing towards the sea

I concede

I inveterate

I rediscover myself here in the sunset,

I’m infatuated and I return

where recently

the breast of a cloud was my nest

I receive

I liberate

A spring accumulates from snow, rain, hail

The scent of the wind softens itself

on this sinuous sail

a modest chronic of my life

I say

I write

Love, passion, fire, burns in tremors

sensations under this feeble sun

push into the future

pointless flavors

I exhilarate

I dare

The surviving waves of yesterday

emerging from one painful winter

My origins treacherously inflated

my perceptions laid bare

My soul’s desires dissipate the mist without

nibbling on the remains of them

Veroflame April 28, 2005

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Johanne Farmer. “Origins.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/johanne-farmer/poezie/127959/origins

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