a gathering of lines

on that straight path shy traces of silver
shine beneath the shawl of rusty leaves
covering the road’s shoulders –
like snail trails they mold to the old soil,
leading to somewhere none knowing about,
coming from somewhere none keeping track of,
just making their presence felt.
when touched by sunlight they come to life,
remembering a history of silence
in which their stream knew shapes and scents
and learned to morph into the path
as well as into the traveler.
shadows don’t frighten them
anymore than a child would frighten his mother –
in their bouquet of strings
no name floats,
no need speaks.
they’re just
a gathering of lines.

 

 

 

© Liliana Negoi

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One Response to “a gathering of lines”
  1. granbee says:

    Lili–simply breath-taking, heart-stopping beauty in these “gathered lines” today. Thank you! “remembering a history of silence in which their stream knew shapes and scents and learned to morph into the path as well as into the traveler.”: how I treasure the truths contained in these “lines” and the beauty of your phrasing! I truly believe I unconciously pray to have the natural lines all around me in the woodlands morph into me as I walk through them each morning. Such immeasurable joy you write of here, Lili!

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