Wednesday pondering – on time

I just realized a minute ago that today was Wednesday and I didn’t write my “pondering” up to this moment. For various reasons the day flew by me, and it took me until now to notice that. For a second I felt ashamed, but then I adopted a philosophic attitude and quoted to myself what … Continue reading

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Silica dreams

Today I crushed my hourglass. I crushed it barehanded, against the old wooden table, swallowing my cries of pain when the shards pierced my skin, teaching my blood the scent of daylight. I then took a handful of sand smelling like my past and sieved it slowly above a mirror, trying to see if the … Continue reading

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walk

sunlight crucified on pebbles flaunts its fluidity shamelessly – the shade of my sole briefly kisses it, rearranging randomly the photons playing hide-and-seek behind the specks of dust… strange paths i walk sometimes, like this one. i pace it tracing unwillingly its stony lifeforms in search of seeds of clay worthy of remembering. so rare … Continue reading

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stream

*she turned around with a shudder and sighed* you want to see the way I see, so be it. take the hourglass and break it, shatter it against the table. now shove your hand in the mound of sand there. let your fingertips dip into the sand as if it were the layers of a … Continue reading

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flows – tanka

irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta   © Liliana Negoi

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a sandglass of footsteps

the wind scratches the road’s back, while the latter stretches its bones like some asphalt cat overwhelmed by the heat of summer midnights flowing thick and dry all over it. yesterday’s prints still linger along its skin, like a string of beads, worn but still smelling like the beautiful dust of life. silent, the road … Continue reading

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on sand

Considering the pain and discomfort felt when stepping on a few grains of sand, you’d think that an entire beach should be a sheer place of torture – and yet what a delight can be brought by walking on its surface, be it warmed by the sun or washed by the sea’s waves…shouldn’t it be … Continue reading

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dedication – haiku

on the yellowed page one line ignores time’s flowing – ‘to my son, with love’ © Liliana Negoi Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 21 – February 21st – Theme: Dedication

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waiting – haiku

nothing will happen when you’re waiting for nothing – time though doesn’t wait © Liliana Negoi Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 17 – February 17th – Theme or Word: Wait + Paint the Image Inspirational Image Clicked by Anand of: Apple Blossom’s Photography

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old – haibun

She looked hazed at the drawer in front of her, trying to remember what she came to look for in the first place. “What on earth am I doing here?!…” Then she saw a photo of herself younger, when her hair was still of a raven black and her cheeks still lacked of wrinkles. She … Continue reading

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