B | Edgar Law
Sliding light gliding
an ebony liquid queen
of my once teenage
fiction
I want to find her again
nurse her to life.
Sliding light gliding
an ebony liquid queen
of my once teenage
fiction
I want to find her again
nurse her to life.
In the painting
I see the back of my head
The cheek and profile
Of my sister crying,
We’re standing deep
In the wheat field
Towering over us
Watching our father’s tractor
Traveling in circles,
All you can see is the big rear tires
The side of his leg
His left hand
Sleeping at the wheel,
We can see the barn burning
All the animals running
Out of the smoke,
I can see
The arsonist painting
This scene of her own making
But she left the picture
Before it was dry
Smouldering in my mind.
From the orchestra of sensations
only moments are stopped in time.
They remain,
they last like an inclusion hidden in amber.
The past veiled by the memory
of stone nature.
My mind are the corals of the past,
monads of memories
immersed in a whirl of madness.
The corals of the future crystallize
into indeterminacy.
Fortune will materialize tomorrow.
Translated by Artur Komoter
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Seeing, as standing on my cherished place.
Thinking, as the time passed, everything changed.
Once, there was chirping of birds.
Once, there, butterflies fluttered.
As the breeze touched my skin, tranquillised my soul.
That feeling was best of all.
As the green leaves of a tree,
danced in that breeze.
There was, Carpet of green grass
With shining of morning dew, like shining of the stars.
Gazing constantly, the open blue sky,
was the best part of my life.
Only residing in my memory now, mesmerizing view of this dreamland.
But in reality, all lost into the forgotten sands.
No birds chirping anymore.
No butterflies fluttering anymore.
That breeze, can’t tranquillise me anymore.
Mesmerizing beauty, i can’t see anymore.
Now, standing in that place alone.
Everything is barren now, i see, everything has gone.
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