Clouds Transient sculpturesof light and shadow,they drift without haste,carrying rains and dreamsto other horizons. When I watchtheir flowing shapes,my thoughts become birds,gliding highin whispers of water. They dissolvein veiled embracesthat hide the Sun and the stars,while my suspended breathis expanding,reaching outfor you. Nori Sculpturi […]
Tag: fantasy
AQUATIKA 2
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 […]
Hay
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 […]
Grief
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 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 Lights
fading city lightssilent monks immersed in thoughtsbehind the closed gates from my haiku book “Tides of Amber” (2019)
BUTTERFLY’S DREAM 6
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 […]
BUTTERFLY’S DREAM 5
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. […]
The White Tide
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.
The Ape Inside Me
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.
In the Footsteps of the Cyclopes
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.
Zaskihi Warashi*
PerhapsI’m leaning too much into the wind,as if it were a carpetmeant to carry me over meadows. Perhaps you’re right,and it’s only my imaginationthat flickered that day at Ryōan-ji**,so long ago,when I thought a spirit from the gardenjoined me on the journeyto the other […]
BUTTERFLY’S DREAM 4
A path is made by those walking on it. Chuang Tzu (c. 369 — c. 286 BC) Part 1:Triangulum with Three Flashes of Lightning The thoughts of Alberto Shimada, the second lieutenant of Excelsior “If you could be someone else, who would you like […]
New Horizons
Words –printed,or filling a screen. Theyare onlybellsswayinghesitantlyin long callsthat shakethe clouds. Betterlift your gazeaway from this textand let your wingsspread highuntil they touch the sky. (c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021-2022artwork by Marian C. Ghilea
