Friday, 18 November 2011

nov-embering

Cotton candy without sticks,
Flipped up high and pierced by beaks.
Cups that gather ocean waves;
Curtains dressing suns in shades.
(clouds)

It sparks, it’s a game
Now overt, now arcane —,
It’s everything’s gain
When nothing’s the same.
In water or ice,
In the friendliest mice,
In mirrors and light,
‘Na kaleidoscope bright.
(joy)

It’s the one you see through,
Yet the one that reveals you.
When everything’s died,
In it you’ll reside.
You don’t know what is,
But it’s it that still lives.
You won’t find yourself
Till you discover this elf.
(spirit)

Powder of fire
Sparged on sapphire,
The day doesn’t see you,
But you flare up the night through.
You’re in flames yet not hot,
You’re alit, yet you’re not.
(fireflies)

It’s a dimple-stretched arrow,
It can never grow narrow.
It is bent in a loop,
And can hold in a flute.
When you have it, you’re glad
And could never go sad.
It is there when you wish
..For a speech from a fish.
(smile)

Mats clear as glances,
Never rising ’bove surface;
They save you from torture
When your body’s a scorcher.
They’re deep or they’re shallow,
Here a frog, there a willow..
As you go deep inside,
You won’t fall, but you’ll glide.
(lakes)

Chestnuts fall down
And roll off, red to brown;
You can hear the schools’ cheer,
And the rain’s rattling dear;
If you’re pensive or blue,
It’s because of its clue.
It smells like soft ember,
And it glistens in amber.
(for, of course, it’s September
..reaching out for November.)


n-ai ce face.


n-am uitat cum e asta.


n-ar avea lume


n-ar avea nume


natuli de melt


ne intalnim pe 8 noiembrie, la 4


ne stim.


nedumeriri personale


needless


neh..


nenorocire.


nepieptanatilor.


neplanuiri


nergroz, straturi de mijloc


nesimtire cuminte.


niciun regret


niciun vecin sa raspunda


ninge furtuni de pagini


nins cu firmituri.


niste batause


niste nepriceputi


nn-aai vvvoie!


no dark, today


no witnesses to say you danced


noche de color (digicutu!)


noche de olor


noi crestem doar in ceata


noiembrie de transparente


noo


nopti arabii, aramii


nopti de desen senin


nopti de pe brazi, brazi, a(r)zi


nopti de pe iaso(m)nii


normal.


not


note cu tonuri


nu (te) uita.


nu intrati.


nu le place jos


nu ma inchide nimeni pe-aici, hm, hmm..


nu incape pianul


nu pietricele, nu curea


nu se mai crede in orizontala


nu se poate


nu stie, stie


nu trebuie biscuiti


nu veioza


nu vrem sa vorbim


nuca


nu-i vooee


nu-mi pasa unde


nuuhuhuu


nuu..


nuuu exiiiiiiisti, NU!