Публикувано от: bogpan | май 10, 2018

Shudder

Among the blooming jasmine

you have no shadow,
but breath,
which pulses.
The dusk is meek—
the dream of a child
fallen asleep by his dad
(after a long story)
the sound of arriving summer
in a winding seashell.
Hug your knees
and you will hear:
“The life given to us
we lived for different
reasons …”
And the sea stayed
in circles.
Sank in between
the matte stars
(in the marble).
Rebellious red blood
died.
We’re left with a long road
toward hope.
Shudder —

beyond.

Rebel

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Responses

  1. Ah, the magnificence of this poem..I want to be locked in this poem! . I want to be the dream of the child, the seashell, … I want to sank in between
    the matte stars.. I want to be the hope. … you trapped me in this poem!

  2. I want to be hopeful. … ah, just be!
    child, the seashell, and the whole universe! ah, you are again! heartbreaking a comment!


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