Rupestrian
By Costmary
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my happiness ends here / on a Sunday’s evening
after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler
after this bright red sunset
there will be no more painless/ careless/ fearless moments
the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles/ its echoes are lost
no better things to do than strolling these streets/ almost losing ground
staring at people right into the whole/ the full of them
without any thought on my mind
only the shadow of my elbow is touched by other shadows
en passant
silhouette after silhouette
Modigliani’s women/ Brâncuşi’s magic birds
la dolce morte della luce
everything flows into thoughts/ thoughts into other thoughts
even Charon’s boat disappears
and right now my lips paralyzed to prevent me from proving the truth
*Note: Brancusi was a famous Romanian sculptor
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I don't know you....
and now I'm a fan. Really great poem to read - thank you for the joy. I went mad & twittered it... a sharing of joy!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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thank you....
now you gotta write more poetry as good :) and thats not going to be easy !!!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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try kindle?
I did, and I'm not complaining :)
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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