Iolanda Scripca, US
Iolanda Scripca, US in the March / April 30, 2011
railways seemingly parallel to nowhere...
Phantoms sit down on the cold metal trying to warm up
The moon smokes bats with stars as echo location
A janitor cleans up the daily memories of men with shoes
Taxi drivers fall asleep in line waiting for customers who
I fly up high but nobody seems to care I am coming home
The walnut tree recognizes me and smiles with lips of rings
I am coming back to childhood as I was ruthlessly exiled
I feel my shoulder blades happy with buds of wings of cotton
There is nobody in the Control Tower
I just realized...
...I lost my shadow twenty six years ago...
I feel I'm
strolling along you—
pathways of see-through Maple trees
I hardly walk and I am sick...
You quiver like a leaf in currents...
I need your tumble with the time
From heavy winter - blossom of the trees
In winter's longing I just once
believed the color - a wild rose.
I feel myself strolling along you
with my own voice, with our steps
One deeply sigh - I will regret:
My lonely pathway was never Ours...
Romanian at age 17—Translated on 04-02-2011
Iolanda Scripca, US—Ekphrastic
Epulaeryu: Tooty Fruity Creme Brulee
Iolanda Scripca, US—Free
Verse: Western Horizons
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