tanka
in the old seashell i can still listen to the sound of the ocean – aside that, in the whole house there is such a deep silence… originally written in Romanian © 2016 Liliana Negoi
shadows – tanka
the house’s shadow grows along the barren field during the sunset – with every day that passes my shadow grows smaller still © 2016 Liliana Negoi
cold rain – tanka
the winter drizzle washes gently in the night the broken gutter – on my left, the bed linen remains uncrumpled again © 2016 Liliana Negoi
ups and downs – tanka
when climbing ladders men don’t always show their face even when it’s hard. it is in their downward path that you’ll see their true colours. © Liliana Negoi
memento – tanka
do you remember the ladybug to which once i sang by your side? i recall the barn swallow dining on it next second. © Liliana Negoi
flows – tanka
irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta © Liliana Negoi
and on a more serious note… – tanka
gracefully falling leaves ornate the winter mud with autumn flashbacks – nature’s vocabulary writes itself all around us… © Liliana Negoi
vocabulary – tanka
sophisticated vernacularization – aristocracy – anthropocentrically representationalism © Liliana Negoi
prime time – tanka
pomegranate bleeds – flowers blooming loot branches of virginity – from spring’s lips drops of nectar flow rich within corollas © Liliana Negoi the image used links to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pomegranate
XI – tanka
through november veins mortuary scented air flows withered and dull. autumn knits its leafy shroud all over empty alleys… © Liliana Negoi
Endless Journey 