>

IULIA GHERGHEI

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 12/10/2014 |




MY  SEA
My sea is not blue
it is green, dark green

My sea is not blue
but her taste is salty and bitter

My sea is not blue
but sometimes it is suffocated in algae

My sea is not blue
as you can see all the others in postcards
Dark green with white tides
and smooth, golden sands
my sea is waiting to caress my body
to moist my sorrows with her bitterness...

I am ready for her kiss!

THE SCANDAL
I can't play with the words this way...
I sneeze like crazy
when the lie is jumping in the pool
a long, long swim crossing
the gap in between
Allergic I found myself to your devious plans

What should I do?
My cheeks are red
My shame makes me blink
What gravity will extract me from
the vortex you throw me in?

Maybe a black hole to implode for dinner
to see your yellowed teeth flying across the table
A laughter to fill up my ears
I've recently noticed how flat my laughter sounds
I will practice this sport more often- resolution for a new life

What should I do?
My cheeks are red
My shame makes me blink
What gravity will extract me from
the vortex you throw me in?

Maybe a clash between my star and your sun will give birth
to an ice cream tornado...
An ice cream shower, a chocolate bath .... seems like we are one step away
from reconciliation...

 SO WHAT…
So what if I lose time through my fingers
like sand to the sand will return
so what if my time will be over
the sand will wait any way
so what if my lips have no sound
the silence is just time turned to stone

[IULIA GHERGHEI]




Comments
0 Comments

No comments:

Blogger Widgets
Powered by Blogger.