A rhyme – sonnet
I need a rhyme, a goddamn word to match The tender desert of my inner world, A syllable my itchy mind to scratch And stretch a bit my wry persona curled Around its tail, in ouroboric pose. I need the perfect shade of red to zest The utter grayness of a life that goes In … Continue reading
Wednesday pondering – on words
I did some sort of an exercise today, in order to write my (by now) traditional Wednesday pondering. I asked a friend of mine to tell me a word, around which I intended to weave my own thoughts, but without telling her what I was going to do. And her word was… “word”. So here … Continue reading
words
it’s the bold ones, isn’t it? always the bold ones… but now there are days when words cling to my fingertips, sticking their claws beneath my nails, not wanting to let go their silent dimension and be born into the poorer, much louder space of my clay. in those days i can almost hear them … Continue reading
grazed, words
grazed, words lay on paper like ice flowers born from the winter of silence – if you touch them, they melt and gather their water on your skin and on your thought, trying desperately to trickle within, at warmth. otherwise, forgotten by you and by me and by others like us, they evaporate slowly in … Continue reading
vanity
© Liliana Negoi
pins and needles in god’s tongue
[…] you say “surreal”… there’s no such thing as “surreal” – things beyond the reach of the numb limbs of our conscience need not the blessing of our knowledge to exist but figure this: words do not need us to survive – and when we pluck them randomly from god’s tongue we barely cream their … Continue reading
wordology
“[…]lloma speni dario ec carimae pare usquiae id aascili id perive saagi vostamo lloma disigi ennese am sarii ec solamo enne arminae siddae um cavo infero […]” (not an existing language – the translation of the above lines is strictly at the reader’s imagination 🙂 ) © Liliana Negoi
Endless Journey 