Sunday, October 19, 2014

meeting Soviagny


This time, the poet was old
Large crevases were imprinted on his face
He had the stare of a wolf
The voice was screeching my ears
Memories from a lost father were filling the room
Somewhere far behind us some poets
Were spitting methaphores to illustrate our drama
you are beautiful' he says
I know! Do not worry, it will pass!
And he laughs and I run too afraid
to lose another idol

Poem by Iulia Gherghei 19 Octomber 2014

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