Late Winter story
My father saw in every tree a virgin
Winding their hair like a cuddle
I see only witches who
Now that the spring is near
Are poking my eyes with their blackened fingers
But, my father saw fairies in every woman
So he followed them like a mad man
Hoping they would open the heaven for him
I was always left behind
With my eyes blastering
Wiped by the witch's curses
To watch forever the same story
Just like a tree
All things are in their right places
My
dog is sleeping in the armchair next to mine
And
all things are in their right places
The
world makes sense tonight
In
the other room, my daughter
A
kind of wild cat
Scratches
the walls of the world
In
her attempt to own it
Me
and my dog we are past these ego goals
We
are spectators
The
world unfolds its secrets to us in day to day dosage
One
miracle at a time
Sharing
is more rewarding than owning
But
each age has its lessons
My
dog understands that sleep is important
Stretching
your joints too
She
is my master in yoga
Perfect
poses she draws on the carpet
Tonight
the world makes sense
All
things are in their right places
My
dog is sleeping in the armchair next to mine
And
the night unfolds its purple sky to our feet
Drawing
a raging bull
The
screen keeps getting dark
I
can't finish my task
It
interrupts me constantly
So I
cry for help to my kid
A
kid who used to go to sleep watching Tom and Jerry on computer
I
was too tired to read
By
the time she would have went to sleep
I
would be so agitated, so exhausted, so nervous
So
it was better for her to fall asleep on that jazzy music of Tom getting kicked
off by Jerry with a frying pan
Pretty
soon, around three years old
she
would use the pc all alone
I
was too slow as she bluntly announced me
At
four years old she asked me in front of a large audience
If I
know how to say crazy mother in English
Her
subtle way of offending me in public
Now
she feels entitle to explain to me how my new phone works
And
yeah a mutual contempt has already grown amongst us
The
war between generations started somewhere in the deep caves with the drawing of
a raging bull
Who
could imagine?!
Iulia Gherghei, Romanian poet of English expression, graduated from University of Bucharest as information technology expert, has published her first poetry collection in 2012 at blurb.com
Prisoners of Cinema Paradiso was edited by Brian Wrixon. She mainly publishes her
poems on Facebook. She was also published in many e-zines or poetry sites like
Destiny Poets, where she received the honour to be chosen Poet of the year in
2012. In 2015 she won the poetry contest of the Blackwater Poetry group on
Facebook. She was part of many anthologies, one of them being The Significant
Anthology edited by Koshy A V and Reena Prasad.
In
2020 some of her poems were translated in Turkish by Baki Yiğit in several
Turkish literary magazines.
Also
starting this year she has her own author page on MadSwirl.com site.
In January 2021 she received the Poem of the year award from the Destiny Poets site for her poem An imaginary friend.
Lovely poems drawn from life into a canvas with words. Poignant and vivid.
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