Aquatic Clock

Graceful like a pendulum
I swing
I come up against the quilted crags
of memory
and the touch, though smooth,
echoes...
thus I break in blind waves
spreading, groping,
faking their lighthouse
for comfort.

my crooked hands are numb,
almost fluid,
deserted by a preadolescent puppeter,
to tired to play...
they are hanging between two shores,
both wrapped in mist...
both breathing stories
from their steamy wounds...
either scars or sketches still.

I tick in iambic pentameter,
but I tick for the deaf,
for they are the only ones that can count silence
drop by drop.

Ploaie

Ploua intr-un capat de lume
si-s turlele infipte ca sulite-n ceruri gri
patrunse de uitare,
cu memorii scrijelite-n spume
laptoase, argintii.

Cutremurat copac
Se frange prin acorduri desuete,
flamande soapte suierate-n gol
ii pleaca ramul in tarana -
pendule, piruete.

Sihastra... printre nori
razbeste abia o geana obosita
de zeu olimpian
ce tuna amarnic, dand fiori
fapturii ce palpita.

S-a prabusit ceru' intr-o dunga
si-s revarsate faldurile-i peste case
cu aburinde rasuflari
ce cheama jalnic, ce alunga...
cochete, capricioase.

Revelation

As foils there stand the spires of the sharpest temples,
Thrusting into the smooth celestial skin
And notching on the parchment the mere samples
Of criptic maps that guide the way within.

The obscure abysm in which the zenith sinks,
Bares no ressemblance to a divine dwelling,
Yet stretches a bright silhouette he thinks
Will never seem as bright as when he's falling.

The tentacles of thoughts fondle the cloud ,
Release the unshed tears that purl upon his face
From a strange eye he's hitherto allowed
To take for shut... numb to its censured grace.

Sa te cer ...cui?

Sa te plasmuiesc din fulgi de soare,
te-ai mistui in palma topindu-te la streasina degetelor,
caci stingher... sub mangaieri etern straine,
causul iti pare temnita.

Sa te zidesc din molozul vremurilor,
ti-ar fi temelia subreda, te-ai frange la primul suspin,
iar din dor in dor te-as uita matinal,
si te-as recladi.

Sa te tes pe perdea, spanzurat la fereastra,
te-ai rataci-ntre raze, cusut pe-un brat de luna
intins spre-obrazul mozaic din care inca
se recompun zambete.

Sa te cer...cui? diminetii tacute ce palpaie
ca farul la sarutul unui val leganat intre doua maluri...
ori umbrelor hade printre care abia disting silueta
unui trup ce se clatina.