Larisa Roman
FLAX FLOWERS
by Larisa Roman
Find me in the breeze that sings the ocean's song,
In rain that melts the ice it danced among,
In birds’ soft calls from nests both lone and high,
That lose themselves where death can’t touch the sky.
Capture my soul — its voice in poems revealed,
In fates ironic, in verses once concealed.
And when mute longing draws you back to me,
Recall the time you dreamed of reverie.
Let time undress my sorrows, one by one,
And leave just seasons, silent, as they run.
Gaze at me with a spark you cannot hide,
In love's pure flame, I’ll drink the fire inside.
Undress me of the dreams that lost their light,
Sing spring to me with flax blooms soft and white.
Adorn me with sweet stars of orchid's grace,
Then leave me where dry flax lines time’s quiet place.
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Mihail Tănase[/caption]
HOPE
by Mihail Tănase
I try to explain to you
the rain
of a tainted autumn
slipping down your shoulder.
You run,
awakened memories
walk backwards
in small steps.
I try to be
the center of the earth
in your eyes—
but blood stays silent;
I wait for another day.
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Adriana Crăciun[/caption]
Light from the Depths
by Adriana Crăciun
Deep in the seas, where sunlight won’t gleam,
There lies a world where lights still dream.
Bioluminescent creatures glide and sway,
Like jewels that dance in a silent ballet.
Their gentle glow, a wondrous sight,
Illuminates the depths with mystic light.
In oceans dark, these sparks of grace
Guide wandering souls through thought’s embrace.
Enigmatic and splendid beneath the tide,
They shimmer in hues that briefly glide.
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Marian Raicu[/caption]
THE SOLDIER’S LETTER AT A SAD CENTURY’S END
by Marian Raicu
I sought permission to burst into tears,
Unseen borders devoured me in silent spheres.
We’re still strangers, Lord, the century’s confined,
To wear the mantles, with our clothes intertwined.
For two or three millennia in our gentle game,
We awaited our parents who left us in fate’s name.
And heard through our tears a real thunderous plight,
And heard snow falling freely, blanketing rural night.
I can’t quite grasp, my love, why did you go ahead.
Why were you taken there to barter maidenhead?
I still wait and crave the meaningful reply,
As despair crosses your body and my sigh.
I marvel how the twenty-century’s gloom
Turned dark your gaze, my dear, like shadows in a room.
Above your house, my dreams now softly weep,
And in the forest leaves, my love, you creep…
In polar lands, they bet on cages made of ice,
Adornments on defiance, wounds coming with a price.
The same geometry is taught to us with quease.
And conquerors sell us posthumous doubts with ease.
I hardly know my right to gaze at you again
A bundle of old ropes not finding knot in vain.
Ambulances wail through the night, you’ve learned their call.
As fires of denial bloom against your wall.
Death’s protocol spells purer seals once more,
Old bees in pigeons’ throat, whisper of their lore.
Honey that is expensive, shall sacrifices’ hail,
Passed from a silent flower to gentle lamb’s blood veil.
And grass of life, dry, sterile, is sweaty as they tell,
Through slaughterhouses, dogs keep stealing meat chopped well.
And bark without a reason as a track spinning round
Over our mother’s grave, a sorrowful deep sound.
And we seem alone in vast graveyards so wide,
Instead of our healing, closed eyelids there abide
Children draw under their reading book with joy they tell,
As peace dove and laugh, they sketch and they dwell…
I sought permission to burst into tears.
Unseen borders devoured me in silent spheres.
We’re still strangers, Lord, the century’s confined,
To wear our mantles with our clothes intertwined.
