"Learning the order of magnitude of the human spirit and consequently dealing with its complexity is art." -Vera
RONA POEMS is a new mix of Romanian and English poetry. On this blog I post the latest poems inspired by my latest muses.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Clownul

Dare albe imi curg pe arcade
Ca varul unui clown;
Nisipul din vis imi spala cu spade
Orbitele golite de somn.

Taisuri imi tin obrajii de plastic
Agatati in suras;
Diagonale de gheata imi conserva sarcastic
Privirea cu scrasnet de ras.

Vantul ascuns ma joaca cu lame
Ce taie dreptunghiuri in mii de culori;
Tresariri ma trezesc cu ecouri de drame
Nedeslusiri fierbandu-mi in pori;

Triumful tau in forma de pagini
Nelinistit imi fosneste sub masti,
Batandu-mi dur si fierbinte acolo
Unde n-am sa stiu cine esti.

Caii de spuma lesinandu-mi in par,
Pe scena cu circ de provincii,
Ma scurg incet in adevar
Din ale tale vicii.

O urma stinsa pe trotuarul de ruj
Deruland fantasme in minte
Eu sunt, murdara de tus
Din ale tale cuvinte.

~lui Liviu Cosma
05.01.2009

Last night I dreamed the guy for whom I wrote this poem.
He humiliated me in reality, but in dream he had a 4-5 y.o. son who looked exactly like him and a blonde wife. I felt some kind of relief, but not much. All in all, it was a pleasant dream. Soothing.

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