Each month Visual Verse posts an image an invites writers to send their thoughts inspired by it. You have one hour to write something. I wrote this poem inspired by the image for this month (the one above), which evokes a place in Berlin. My poem can be found on page 18 in the Visual Verse Anthology, Vol.9, Chapter 7.
Profoundly messianic, victory was hard to reach. For decades crusaders fought one another, Until the rock music from the Western world, Reached through the Wall.
In a neglected yard that’s full of waste, The hanging flags, Most powerful, most lasting memory of the past time, Exhaust the mystery of hands who wrote them.
It smells like spring and wishful thinking, In lions’ dens babies are born, Like everyone, they’re children of the new world, Where not obedience, but truth and freedom are both sworn.
A word remade, Inspired, without scruples, Where wrinkles of the past are proof, Of the moment when the beating heart of one nation, Was brought from two halves into one, And willed itself to live in truth.
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This train stops at no station, Not yet, It climbs towards the evening, Carrying feelings.
It smells like perfume and old leather chairs. Silent, but crowded, All spread across the wagons, This train holds life.
With me, there’re other lovers, Not mine, Some godlike youth, some older, Seeming to smile, And mingled with their features There is the promise’s play.
Upward a gaze, my heart is warm, I ask the sky of us, And wonder, if you’re waiting.
There is no answer, but I know That you are climbing the tower of desire, And from afar you’re watching The train…… Zig zagging through the hills, Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, The love song that carries me to you.
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
I hope everyone will have the opportunity to read the amazing poems within, I cannot wait to get my copy! After all, life is about learning and it is also about love. Someone once said “You’re most alive when you love”(was it Rilke?) and I believe him. We love, and we also learn to forgive, move forward and love again.
Once upon a time there was this little girl and this wonderful woman who brought her into this world. The woman was magical , she kept the little girl happy, she made her skin scraps go away and she even had the power to turn substances into different colors in the lab where she was doing research and working.
She also told the little girl wonderful stories , so the little girl grew wings that carried her to follow her dreams.
The little girl grew and followed her life path; the woman was there all along. She still is.
Happy Mother’s Day mom. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers in the world (including me), because without you this planet would spin empty, without humans. Sending all of you love.
City of lights, Half phantasy, half historical molding, Is where the degree of liberation is measured In the number of dreams.
Here it is not easy Running out of thrills. Whirlwinds deliver sensations, Espouse bodies, Make hearts sweat.
It’s Saturday morning, Smiles turned into butterflies overnight, Hearts rummage in enigmas, Cause we are young.
New York, New York, You turn the invisible into something beautiful, A city that’s always hopeful, Where the degree of liberation is measured In the number of dreams.
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I didn’t find my Star Wars t-shirt, but I do want to make a wish to us all!
We are travelers through life. We learn, about ourselves and about others, about history, about the world we live in and so many other things. We are not perfect, nobody is, but it is through our struggles that we understand ourselves better and grow to be better people. Whatever stage in your life you are right now, I wish you happiness, growth, love and moments to remember .
May the 4th be with you ! ( May the force be with you!) 🙂
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
I smelled the flowers in my garden, their perfume filled my nostrils and my soul and gave me courage. They keep blossoming one year after another, why shouldn’t I? I put on my long cream leather gloves and I finally grabbed it. It was sitting there, in a corner, for a long time, but I did not want to let it go. They were all packed in it, my broken dreams. The suitcase was big, and heavy. I put it down several times before I reached the door, but then I gathered my strength and loaded it in the trunk of my car. It was a beautiful April day, almost summer, with a clear blue sky. My wheels kept rolling until I got to the ocean, to a familiar spot where I often come. I know the shore like the back of my hand, the tall cliffs, the places where it is safe to walk and where it is not. I parked close to a cliff, one of the tallest spots. It is a 60 feet drop, maybe more. I opened the sunroof, wide and looked at the sky. No clouds. I wondered where I was wrong and where I was right, but these questions died quickly. Taking a deep breath, I got out and opened the trunk. There they were, all packed in the suitcase, my broken dreams. I grabbed it and dragged it to the edge of the cliff. I almost tripped because my running shoes slipped over the grass, but after all the struggles I went through, this was the last one. I stood by the edge, with the suitcase next to me. The ocean was in reflux, and the sand underneath was dry. I took a deep breath, then another and with both hands I lifted the suitcase and threw it over the cliff. I did not look down, but I heard the loud bang. I waited, but there was no shockwave. My mind rambled. Over the years I learned many valuable life lessons and all of them turned me into the woman that I am today. I think all of us, once upon a time, were weak little girls who thought that everyone else is as pure and as innocent as we are (or were). I think all of us have fought back harder even when our minds convinced us that we will not survive the storms that others have brought upon us, especially when we were in love. I stood by the edge and in front of me was the ocean, endless, beautiful as in the day when it was created. It was midday and it smelled like summer fields mixed with salted water. I felt it. One beat, then another. It was my heart, beating straightforwardly, as genuine as it always did. It was not afraid to express its needs, its passions, its feelings. I smiled and knew that I would wear it on my sleeve, not afraid to find another lion heart that would want to conquer the world and be true. In this world where “soft” power might be seen as irrelevant, soft is the power. Soft means vulnerable, but it also means strong. I did not look down. I turned around and walked back to my car thinking that I am an adventurer; I am not just another girl…. I am every girl. I started the engine and smiled. It was the beginning. More dreams, more hopes, more love. Unafraid, I pushed forward, knowing that I can handle everything because…… when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. I am not just another girl…. I am every girl…..
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Andrada Costoiu 