Un act de curaj
Melodia valurilor
se sparge
in cioburi verzi de sticla
pe un tarm
mult prea batran
ca sa mai astepte
ca lucrurile sa se intample.
Indurerata
in urma pierderilor
ce-si tarsaie jalea
in ritm fara de numar
imi iau inima
mult prea tanara
ca sa mai astepte
si batand cu iutenie
ca o pasare salbatica
batand incarcata cu dorinte
de minuni ce va sa vina,
o iau si o pun
in causul palmei –
fluture Monarh cu aripi –
deschise, ferme si gata de zbor.
Ii dau drumul in soare.
An Act of Courage
The melody of the waves
breaks
into shards of green glass
on a shore
too old to wait anymore
for things to happen.
Bereaved
from losses
that beat their rhythm
out of count
I take my heart,
too young to wait anymore
and beating fast
like a wild bird,
beating with expectations
of wonders to come,
I take my heart
and I put it
in the nook of my palm –
Monarch butterfly with wings
open, steady and ready
to soar.
I let it free in the sun.
By the Lake
Adrift
the sunset
tonight
for a glorious moment
it is coaxed
then embodied
into the countless floor-windows
of the buildings by the lake.
Its traces
leaking
their elongated lines
of bright gold
into the turquoise waters
are hemmed in
with a thick layer
of deep purple-pink.
ÙÙÙ
Two vagabonds in love,
we were watching.
Pe lac
Ratacitor
in seara aceasta
apusul,
pentru un moment
de glorie
e ademenit
si apoi intrupat
in ferestrele
nenumaratelor etaje
ale cladirilor de langa lac.
Urmele lui
ce isi revarsa
pe apele turcoaz
liniile alungite
din aur stralucitor,
sunt tivite
cu un strat dens
de roz-violet profund.
ÙÙÙ
Iar noi,
doi vagabonzi indragostiti,
priveam.
Marea Umbra
Furisandu-se
marea umbra
isi lasa urmele
in tot
ce insoteste
pamantul.
La sfarsit,
prietena buna,
ea vine
ca doar
sa-si adune
ceea ce
ii apartine.
Big Shadow
Unseen
the big shadow
leaves
his traces
in everything
that
joins
the earth.
In the end,
known friend,
he comes
to merely collect
what is
his own.
Apprentice of Love
I am fighting with you
with words
and all of my strengths,
I am fighting with you
with my all-seeing-eye
to find
if your heart is true
to find
if your love is real and alive –
he says, falling into deep thought
and musing over things unknown.
I am teaching you
all of my needs
of how to be loved by you
in every detail –
he offers,
still battling on.
***
I am tired of fighting
with you
for every ounce of love
for every crumble that falls,
humiliating me,
from your table,
she whispers.
Still a virgin shore,
her ships all floating
at sea,
she leaves.
ÙÙÙ
Behind her,
Regrets
back and forth
back and forth
adrift
on the winds
of lesser hopes.
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© Dora Lovejoy 6/19/2015 |
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