Poetry

A world remade, Visual Verse

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by Andrada Costoiu

Image by Miikka Luotio

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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Love song

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by Andrada Costoiu

Photo by Joetography

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. 

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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.

New York, New York

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By Andrada Costoiu

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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A present

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by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: me, by the beach; Credit: W

By the beach,
Where accomplished stoics,
Come to give life meaning,
I stand to listen.

I hear through the waves,
That it is not indifference 
That oversees this world, 
As everything has feelings,
Even the smallest, juvenile rockfish.

Breaking, my thoughts
And my ideas fly into splinters,
Only my heart is open to the confession of the waves,
As only she knows what to do.

I let go of the past, 
And earn the power,
To become,
The maker of new love.

By the beach,
No longer bound by footsteps,
I stand to embrace you.

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We manage to escape it

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by Andrada Costoiu

Image by Vony Razom for Visual Verse

Each month Visual Verse posts an image an invites writers to send their thoughts inspired by it. I wrote this poem inspired by the image for this month (the one above). My poem can be found on page 94 in the Visual Verse Anthology, Vol.9, Chapter 6.

Dust and mud cover cold fingers,
Forging symbols,
That create a civilization of which all of us are victims.

The waters turn red,
From the blood of those trying to escape the bondage of chains,
But how can they fight themselves free,
When the other side of the swim means drowning?

I am here to speak to the ones that still have a soul:
Be strong,
They cannot seal the horizon,
We will all be what we’re destined.

I no longer tremble; I no longer fear.
I am no one, and I am everyone.
Together we swell the numbers of those bearing the burdens,
And they no longer crush us.

Out of the spirit of love,
We burn incense to clear away the hate,
And manage to escape it.

What now it’s red will turn into spring.
There will be flowers,
A landscape ennobled by the ones who hoped,
By those who ceaselessly believed…. 

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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.

Rebelling

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by Andrada Costoiu

Photo by Gelgas Airlangga on Pexels.com

Feeling freer,
Rebelling against the written stories and faces,
That furnish the media,
With gossip, lavish lifestyles and …. politics.

Public figures and public narratives,
Let me be!
I have the Job of hope.

Give me a Rilke, give me a JS Mill,
Give me a Sartre,
Give me somebody that isn’t dead and is thinking.

I want to entangle with warriors of thought,
Even if the recompense is to be stoned
By the ones who enjoy the status quo.


Progress means seeking future creation,
Understanding and dreaming,
Not looking up at their statues,
Listening to their stories,
THEM ruling over us.

Nothing is predestined,
This is your motive to escape and transcend where they put you.

You have the Job of hope,
Affirm yourself,
Against their cults of domination.
Lift up your pen,
Light up the lumber,
Swell your thoughts.

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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.

The possibility of nothing

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by Andrada Costoiu

Gigantic, uncontrollable gesture,
Was when we were given a heart
To live,
To love.

Do we understand anything at all?

Collective thoughts of complex spiritual movements,
And enigmatic minds of scientific thought
What do you have yet about the history and the future of the man itself?

Standing exposed to the wind of time,
Ruins, 
Decay of the flesh,
Stand as a description of Being.
Still, not discouraged, 
We’re outflanking the demon
Who whispers of death.

Smile and believe
Are the only ways to move forward,
For stuck with appearances 
We’re not.

Half foolishness, 
Half incomplete wisdom,
We dream and we may always exist,
Somehow, somewhere, if even in the minds of others,
For gigantic, uncontrollable gesture,
Was when we were given a heart
To live,
To love.

Note: Dedicated to A, my very good friend who lost her father this past week.

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Hope

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by Andrada Costoiu


He walked doubting,
Alone,
Questioning rejection,
Like a lunatic crazed by his own heart.

What matters now,
That their last link was broken?

Exhausted he sits,
He rests.
Is he no longer believing?

In quietness he contemplates the procession of his own feelings.
Some were murdered by others,
Some still exist,
And new ones are born.
Between the seeds and the flowers,
His heart is not empty.

He is a man,
An adventurer,
More of a saint than a charlatan,
Who hopes to save their souls.

Broken hearts will mend with white flower,
A second innocence,
A second chance.

He picks it up and walks again,
To her….
For nothing is without hope when you believe.

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Imperfect whole

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by Andrada Costoiu

Hit by the armor piercing drops,
I’m still alive, and better. 
I promised when the thunder rumbled,
That I will let the rain wash them away.

The fears sunken in darkness,
Gave way to light and to bands of color,
And then I saw the rainbow.

I thought I’m ready now to start only worshiping the sun,
But colors had melancholies awaken.

It’s like a circle….

Springs of my childhood, joy,
Loves of the past, both joy and sorrow,
The gates, the walls, the doors I’ve built,
They all belong to me.

I am not perfect, but then who is?
The one who says that has no fear?
The one who says that only loves and never hates?
The one who knows and never learns?

I can’t control my feelings, 
But in my smallness, I can approach my center.
I find it full of holes,
Where dreams, and fears and loves have fallen like the autumn leaves.

I am not perfect,
I fear, I love and hate, I do not know….

I am not perfect,
But every day I learn,
To patch with hopes, and dreams the holes left at my center,
By fallen autumn leaves.

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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.