Sketchbook Cristian Mocanu, RO

 

Haiku Limes near the sports hall— their fragrance, added to both triumph and defeat palo boracho where the roadside bar once stood: heat wave in Chaco! late summer heat wave just the alders lean over what's left of the brook the date palm's shade— a promise of sweetness for weary travelers the cardinal stops the Vatican car, gets off: the cypresses! King sago palm tree: it seems much less out—of—place under the moonlight plane trees in the park— so happy to hear even cuckoos sing from them

 

Climbing Poem Croatian Lyrics' Website Like finding old friends, this page defends souls. Time bends without breaking. But still nostalgia tends to shift trends, suddenly, make amends for indifference. Even as it offends materialists, it mends hearts. It sends wonderful signals. Beauty meets all demands: Soft tamburica*-bands, klapas** join hands to bring your longing home at last. *tamburica—instrument similar-but not identical-to a mandolin or banjo. Usually played by bands of 5 or 7. ** klapa—a (men's) choir, specific to the Adriatic coast, usually made up of (semi-) professionals, hired to serenade young ladies with beautiful a cappella songs. Climbing Poem 92, Passeig De Gracia* Waves made of stone an artist's own bid to disown "Mare Nostrum". Drilled into the sea, windows overlook tree tops: everyone's free to dream. leaves made of metal show much mettle, creeping: hedge nettle or ivy? "La Pedrera" stands out: it's all about daring to shout your fantasy! *This is a climbing poem I wrote about one of the houses designed by Gaudi (La Pedrera). The title is its address in Barcelona, Spain.

 

Villanelle Ambivalent Life  Your body lives one life, your soul lives two. Your soul was dragged, your body went away. The mind must figure out just what to do. You take a walk, the new place tries to woo Your senses, but your inner fibers sway. Your body lives one life, your soul lives two. Satellite dishes, clubs and podcasts, too Connect you with your past tense every day... The mind must figure out just what to do. Of the two worlds, right now, which one is true? Which one is really yours? No one can say Your body lives one life, your soul lives two. Your memory's bonsai suddenly grew! At home, December; here, eternal May! The mind must figure out just what to do... Come, body, soul, and toss the coin; for who of all the migrants found a better way? Your body lives one life, your soul lives two, The mind must figure out just what to do.

 

Triolet Amor De Lohn Can I still love you and not hold your hand? Between your steps and mine, one thousand miles! They say we're building our house on sand... Can I still love you and not hold your hand? Yes, our possibilities expand: Broadband, webcams, headphones, virtual smiles... Yet, can I love you and not hold your hand? Between your steps and mine, one thousand miles!

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