Maria Mitea

Dec 2022

irinia

a shy sunrise over the hills
the quietness of frozen earth
dead leaves blessed with crystal
delicate magic
pine trees, white fir trees,
like untouchable heights
of my garden
the cherry tree dreaming
of cherries and the birds
in the sky
and my heart cracked opened
by the crisp wonder
of a winter spirit

#winter #nature #wonder #beauty #countryside

Dec 2022

irinia

Transformation

I am sitting everywhere like a stone
struck by lightning
my nerves spinning their electricity
in new revolves
this vibration is transformation

of of of of
something into anything else
syntax into the golden ratio
fingerprints into enlightened wax
lungs into vertical love
craving into silence
desire into root
immanence into
transcendence and
the other way round
projection into
introspection
nihilism into redeeemed
despair
music into a theorem
of sunrise
hatred into pain
pain into
violet mourning
bread into singing
oxes' thirst into the art
of the earth
secrets into tangible
translucent pictures
rivers into the dreams
of the sky

I into the other I
in you and him
and them
in the mycellium
of syntaxes, synapses
enchanted
ephiteliums
into a choir of selves
in love's eyes

Happy New Year to everyone!

#life #nature #transformation #poetry #imagination

Dec 2022

vienna bombardieri

Beyond Reach

Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...

Maria Mitea Dec 2022

Dough in empty eggs

castaway

we use words to stay on the surface

beneath  each word
we find the emptiness of the sea, comforting
when we reach the Mundus point, at will
the blood flows like a waterfall as if has no past and no future,
then maybe
maybe
in a wildly literary language confronted/confused with a word
or two:  gentlemen, how do you feel about being scalped?
- thank you, we feel extremely well, gentlemen,  as you know
at the tip of the tongue, we find everything we are looking for (the needle,... the cannon...)
and
a samurai's sword is nothing but his soul, - baked dough  în empty eggs,
a clot in the veins,
vessels of..., vessels for...

shipwrecked

we use words to stay on the surface like a healing bruise
healing by itself

#war #mundus

Maria Mitea Dec 2022

the silence of yesterday

the silence of yesterday
forgot about the wings that caressed the wind,
the wind
also no longer wears the leaves in its hair, - brides lying in the soft grass,
the grass
does not count stars anymore, does not wash its head in the clouds,
with the thread glued to the ear of the earth, it is listening to the silence after the silence, probably
it will snow tomorrow
slow
&smooth
&white
white, at the edge of the forest, it will snow again, and the bear's tooth
stuck in the trunk of a tree will again give birth
two or three bears helpless, furless and
blind,
but
it won't be a problem, nursing them until the second spring
they will grow very very fast
as always

#love

Dec 2022

Carlo C Gomez

Crack Glass Eulogy

Quite a nocturne of events, dearest

After the zero hour shattered

Our faces split love in half

Here be a thousand pieces

From a marching orders vibration

Don't break the unconventional

Positive tension we kiss with

For every time is the last time, dearest

#relationships #love #couple #desire #time #analogy #conflict #tension