grain
cyanotic whispers slither between heartbeats like a river ribbonning its shores among almond trees and night sways its liquid ebony hips over endless fields of thoughts – if we could stop the flow of sand how would we ever know that one perfect grain at which to break the hourglass? on my shoulder the song … Continue reading
sonnet in a fleet
is my eye too rusty? is my thought too blunt? is my inkpot empty and my will too broken? has the rising sun become too small a token of the truth to utter daily out front? is my pen too tired? is my night too long? is the dream that lingered one too many wakings … Continue reading
till dawn break
one hour till dawn break, and my sleep has once again forgotten me, and once again my inner keep has yielded to the thoughts that creep like an awakened colony raised from the deep. my iris puddles like a mere and liquid nests of shadows bloom into the core of every tear escaping salty from … Continue reading
dreams
each of our shadows is but a wound within the flesh of light, and within that wound we hide spores of hopes and wishes and call them dreams. at the golden corner of each day we look towards the East and cut with our hearts up to the very marrow of the sky – and … Continue reading
and if i saw with other eyes
and if i saw with other eyes, if i thought with another mind or flew with another longing, would you look behind? would you count my eye blinks? would you forgive my waking? if i called things by their name – the rock be soul and the wind be dream – would you recognize yourself … Continue reading
the death bed of spring
the dust in my yard smells like the death bed of spring, lazy and unusually hot and clinging to the feet and feathers of sparrows sometimes bathing in it. a worm, crawling along the soft peel of a tomato, rotting in a corner, is just as tender as the eye of one of those sparrows … Continue reading
haiku
so many colors in the forest from afar – the tea getting cold © Liliana Negoi
Tides
thoughts leak their marrow in the silent room – where are the shadows of the foretime dreams? among the roots and branches of the gloom, among the gleams of yesterday’s perfume, where is the hope? what shallow salty streams became its tomb? when did my heart such bitterness befriend? the lightness of my youth, … Continue reading
sparrows chirp, flies fly
there are days when not enough shadow falls from the shoulders of trees and there’s nowhere you can hide from your thoughts. the taste of coffee, no matter how strong, how sweet, is only black, and seconds crash along its backbone – the wind carries the scent of drought as if it were a parasite, … Continue reading
whirl
under the heel of tomorrow you look and you sigh and all that you know becomes dust – the ever changing veins of roads tango around your pulse and you look and you sigh and all that you know has always some other shape, some other scent, maybe even some other name, but you know … Continue reading
Endless Journey 
