Poezie

My life. Mother of mine

1 min lectură·7 iulie 2020

Mediu

A kitchen at dawn, with light creeping in through the kisses of

Your fingers rolling the dough

In between shallow breaths.

The windows draped in sheets of soft white and spotted golden sunbeams

Embroidered with blooms of silence.

Eyes opened ajar, the neck gently tensed and fragile on the hay filled pillow.

Shades of begonias and oaky silhouettes playing catch-me on the icon wall.

I stare at life every once in a while. She looks at me in return for a smile

and then

lays the bread in the crib of my heart with a cross sculpted air

above all things

I love the smell of her

passing by through my veins

like a serendipitous breeze

bringing in memories of birth and of unfolding events,

of baking words sentenced to life

in my own demise, as I remember

I can hear the rooster crowing again from afar:

- old country echoes through haystacks dressed in dew –

wonder why I betray you, my heart,

every single time you try to tell me

that the stars I stare at night are nothing else but the kisses

she laid down on my forehead

when I was falling asleep into her breath

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Serban Moescu. “My life. Mother of mine.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/serban-moescu/poezie/14148082/my-life-mother-of-mine

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