shadows

through the gate creaking ungreased
enter with humble steps
the shadow of yesterday
and the shadow of tomorrow
tied hand in hand with a ribbon of “today”

sun falls on their heads
and sparrows peck on their shade,
and they thirst for words,
for remiss talking and for human voice,
and they hunger for sand tasting like “together”

but the place is empty

and they sit for a while on the porch,
hushing one another’s grayness
and counting flakes of light

and then they leave with humble steps
through the gate creaking ungreased,
the shadow of yesterday
and the shadow of tomorrow
tied hand in hand with a ribbon of “today” –
and the old man trails their leaving

© Liliana Negoi

 

– originally written in Romanian –

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4 Responses to “shadows”
  1. yelena says:

    ..such a special melancholic beauty in every line..like walking through spring rain along empty streets at night..wishing raindrops would turn to words..loved ‘hushing one another’s grayness and counting flakes of light..’

  2. granbee says:

    That old man no longer delineates yesterday from today from tomorrow–they are all blended for him, are they not? Wonderful description of the way us ol’ folk think!

  3. aroomazainab says:

    You leave the reader “pondering”. Loved your writing style 🙂

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