Poezie

self-composed

2 min lectură·27 iunie 2007

Mediu

this is a blind man’s story

a story not trying to shake you or to seduce you

to answer your need of escaping in another’s shoes

he once led a part of his body to a nice place

something like a beach in the middle of a concrete zone

he let the part sleep until the third morning

and sent the other part looking for water

or for a friend to go swimming with

while sleeping a long tale of crispy noises

surrounded the first part

caressed her feet stopped her eyes from shaking

as the concrete felt like water

and many seemed to jump without having any fun

just for the sake of the space

they could have been the best friends

of the second part

which was very thirsty and numb

trying hard not to wake up at the wrong moment

and lose that sense of responsiveness

the first part imagined a family colors the rush of

driving a car one day

or a smile

the nice place was getting warmer and itchy

so the second part called up on the gods of the moment

as if there were any in this kind of story

not asking them what to do not even how to do it

just so the man wouldn’t forget

where to grow back both parts

for the rest of his life he made shoes many walks

speared the urge to lay down easily

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nica mădălina. “self-composed.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/nica-madalina/poezie/1733571/self-composed

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