When
as gatekeeper of my home
a good friend –
on a steady losing streak
ever since having started
to await
my returns –
cries,
I swiftly open the gate from the past
to a present that has been ignored for a while
and
I meditate on everything that was gathered by languishing
over the lost moments.
My unwilling past
wandersacross the arena where
I lived my most memorable moment…
A remnant of doubt circles above
my excitement
when
the perfidious present time tempts me…
Between light and shade
I’m afraid not to scare my future away
with my past temporarily cloistered
inside a sphere…
din volumul Traps / Capcane, Corina Victoria Sein, traducere în limba engleză de Mihai Mihuţ, ilustraţii de Marius Fechete, în pregătire la Ed. Excelsior Art, 2015
pentru versiunea în limba română, clik aici
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Great poem… I love the last stanza in particular… ⭐
Best wishes & happy weekend ahead Aquileana 😀
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I am happy your Findings of it is like a lovely spring day. I am happy and confident in the future. Thank You. Best wishes and the happy weekend.
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Very well penned… 🙂
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Thank You. An wonderful day.
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beautifully composed~
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Your comment brings a beautiful evening. Thank You.
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So touching
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Thank You.
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