Posts Tagged With: loss

Weaknesses


each time I was going away
there was another falling another dying
foggy and marshy lands
were growing on my way

I cared about all of them
without knowing that love
is a heavy-chains disease
or how much they needed me in return
I left home a few times
enough to feel alone like a kitten
in someone else’s garden

hiding in the library
heaps of read books opened big eyes
those understood united
like a tattoo on my skin
sleepless nights stigma

I miss cold waiting rooms
to crouch on a simple bench for hours
until a slow train arrives
now I can’t leave from nowhere
the others found that I understood
they also know the garden snail’s story

all that is left for me are others’ dreams
to sustain them with my front head
until it hurts

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Three Wells


Near my house without well
a birch on the street was dying since spring,
top upright branches were throbbing white and dry
over the leaves still green below,
women turning around their prams with babies.
I was crying mostly with my left eye
feeling pain in the eye that couldn’t cry,
I had to go on my way

In our house from between three wells
waters didn’t raise anymore in the basement,
the oil got thicker in the old lamp,
some stray flies slipped inside that glass
attracted by choking pears falling on the roof
for so many years,
silence gathered in the dust outdoors,
nests stayed empty in the stable
sprinkled with whitewash, without cobwebs

The next day it must have been raining,
a red moon was rising behind my grandfather,
the very first in my life, it could have been in September,
his stories were multiplying,
I was throwing them one by one in my mind,
seeds hidden in watermelon slices,
staring at that moon’s core before coming back
from far away even farther
bringing the rain with me
where the birch’s cry disappears
like an orphan young swallow
home

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a house between three wells

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The Main Road


the oaks are growing on the main street
for more than twenty years
notably in the beginning
each one of them weak at his root
was replaced

other children were born
they also became parents
people began to forget
some other earthquake
some other falling star
the street cars amount
the bygone tram shape
marked even today with the same number

the oaks grew too slowly
sunlight still burns on the pavement

God only knows
why a lone birch
remained without its crown
in my backyard
leaves are falling heavy
like a dying old man’s tears
in his last cup with water

the oaks still on their feet
are growing without hurry
maybe beyond walls
beyond the times when housewives
will still be dusting off
over the main street
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