A deep voice radiating strength and confidence broke the silence: “Perhaps you should let me handle the situation?” The moment the man spoke, the paralysis went away. Kolin finally could turn around. He found himself facing a tall, muscular fellow, wearing a light-blue shirt […]
Shaking awakefrom silver threads of dreams,morning poursover mountains. Tired musclesplay once morea solar symphonyof sweat and toil. Soon, all the haywill rest inside,green treasurestored in silencefor winter’s cold. In golden whispers,it will lie, waitingto quench the hungerof gentle cows. Held in the Sun’s tight […]
Buried in shadows,my griefis spreading outacross the darkness. I will follow you someday,but for the time beingI have to keep goingso your memorystays alivewithin me.
Wisdom Wisdom is an ethereal treasurenever confined,always lingeringbehind leaves and sunsets,an iron infant guarded by starsduring cold nights. In its depth hides a studentwho has experienced the dawn of the worldand reads all the songs,and sings all the books,and prays to the grass and […]
fading city lightssilent monks immersed in thoughtsbehind the closed gates from my haiku book “Tides of Amber” (2019)
“Un’, du, tri, ek!”The soft female voice counting in the local language stopped abruptly as a wave crashed into the shore with thundering noise. In a flash, three pairs of bare feet started running through the deserted park. They rushed with all their might […]
庭の朝白蓮 映す遠い山 Niwa no asahakuren utsusutooi yama Dawn in the garden – a white lotus reflectingthe distant mountain Zori în grădină –lotusul alb reflectăpiscul din zare Ĝardenmateno –blank’ lotuso reflektasla monton foran poem & photo: Marian C. Ghilea
Flash One: Cassiopeia (I) The late-night sky looked unfriendly, even slightly threatening. It floated, like a mantle, above the dense foliage that surrounded the river. Despite the dark-green carpet of grass that caressed his feet, it was actually cold, close to freezing. He had […]
Birthday Todayis your birthday. Enveloped in the grey distancethat separates us,I can’t even give you a flower. Instead, across this stretchof space and time,I will send you a smile,a sunrise,and a symphony of cloudsdancing playfullyin a little wisperstreaming from my heart. Thank you,for always […]
The first drops fall one hour before sunset. In the beginning, just a few. Then a hard downpour floods the deck. Every few seconds, electrical discharges cut deep irregular lines across the dark-crimson sky. Thunders follow immediately after the flashes, loud like cannon shots. […]
It risesin spirals of grasstwice a day,usuallyat the same hours. The hoofed bellsfrom the mountainsshatter the night’s edge,sending the milk flowinto circular songs. When you look atthe rows of labeled boxes,remember the starswrapped in prayers,the dreamswrapped in moonlight,the cows,and the tide.
Autumn is drippingfrom the old treewhile I shakethe thick branches. Every dayI slidealong the trunkuntil my backpackis heavy with apples. When I eat them,the ape inside mesmilessatisfied. Somedaywe’re going to touchthe stars. Its sparkling eyespierce the future,planning new tripson paths of bark,higher and higher.
The sky is paleat sunset.The stone moonhaunts, mute,above the hills. I’m seeking,without hesitation,among white sands and shells,cold tracks,old tracks of cyclopes. Silent thoughtsbury themselvesin my hair,bare,strippedof dreams.
She was floatingin the twilight,the sakura branchesspreadingover her dress,filling the airwith pink. After she left,only the deafening silencestayed,like a bell,behind the long kiss.