by Andrada Costoiu
Seconds, flying out the window of time.
Within,
Womb admissions are granted,
Exit is guaranteed.
Once here, everyone is writing.
There are old books, new books,
Critics are many,
But so are those that praise everyone’s splendid contributions.
“Can you imagine a more perfect venue?”
An old man asks as he catches the gaze of his wife,
And smiles remembering how they learned
To exchange vows.
Frail hand in his, she stands,
“No,” she says. “It was perfect.”
And together they walk
Under the saber arch of those living within,
Toward the exit.
“You are the most stunning goddess,” he says,
As they walk outside in the luminous sun.
“I love you, “she answers,
As the cover of their book’s final print is being issued.
For the first time ever,
They look at the house from the outside.
Lights are on, and the inside is busy,
Everyone is writing,
In a day that still exists….while its seconds are flying through the window of time.
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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.
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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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.
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.
Palms that hold dreams,
Upside down,
Got caught into sticky web of light
And made us drop all our belongings but our hearts and minds.
Are we great losers?
No!
We touch….
As dark petals struggle not to fall
Into the cosmic depth.
We hold each other…
If dust comes from the knowledge’s fire.
We kiss….
As we pass through the valleys of shadows.
Love
The addiction of the soul,
If every thought of love would become a breeze,
The world would be an endless hurricane.
Hope
The addiction of the mind,
With it we conquered centuries
While many other worlds have died.
In this universe where everything becomes dust
We have not bloomed for nothing,
Neither you, or I, or him, or her….or them….
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My new 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.
Weathering storms by hiding in houses,
Or deep inside yourself….
You’re caught in the game of making and unmaking.
Your human heart,
God’s open wound,
Is master of dramatic effects, both candid and frightful….
Blink….
Every day you save a part of yourself,
From the refined culture of forms and frames,
In which this world is trying to shape you or judge you by….
That’s good!
You’re fire and not shape!
You have wings and these don’t bow,
Instead, they make you fly,
Away from the sclerotic narratives that want you down below.
Smile….
Out of the shadow of the abstract man or woman,
It’s you,
Bursting out the volcano of your being,
Poisoning the whole world with an eruption of your dreams.
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My new 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 am
The faith
The loss of it.
The love
For who?
The pain,
The growth.
The wisdom gained from the victory of my heart.
Descend
Into the darkness, world of ghosts
White and black, sliding in their together world.
Let me run to the fields I remember
And chase my soul only if you will pull me up…
I shall not bend….
And I shall fight…
To find my faith,
And love….
We’re never over,
You, I, all.
Light becomes darkness,
Darkness becomes light,
Fairgrounds of souls..
We shall not bend….
And we shall fight…
To find our faith,
To love….
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My new 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.
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I kneel
Conjuring ancient thinkers
To ask a simple question: is death forever?
People who played their parts,
Figures of finest wisdom,
Begin seating themselves on the floor opposing to me.
The sound of a suspicious silence
Fills the room,
The consciousness of being both,
The living and the phantoms of this world,
Sends joint, mysterious and significant,
Explanations of the meaning of life.
The room is bright,
Serviceable candles are steady,
They’re lit by poets….
I can’t pretend not to feel what I feel,
My wings that grew between storms
Spread wide to carry me once more
Towards another day, towards another night.
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My new 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.
Photo by Michael Easterling, for Visual Verse .
I have written this poem for Visual Verse Anthology of Art and Words, it is published on page 24, you can read their current issue if you click here: Visual Verse Anthology of Art and Words. The poem is based on the picture above and represents what I saw when I looked at it.
The antithesis of obliviousness
By Andrada Costoiu
Peeking through the gates of time and space,
I seek escape from the place I am stuck.
I do not belong to this sentimental ecosystem of hollow chests,
With people that smile to convince their bodies that are happy.
In the place where no one cares,
I water the tree of love,
Pluck its leaves and send them away
To the ones who play the same game.
We connect,
If there is a wind, there is a way.
They say that romantics make the most unreliable spies,
But this time I made it.
The whole in the fence is the path,
Not slow, but fast,
I bid goodbye to the place that sings everyday happy birthday to the death of souls.
I feel like a citizen of Hades blinded by the sun.
I stumble,
The heart is a small muscle with a tremendous strength,
It got me here, across the fence, back to the place where it all started.
I am an unbound soul smitten with the eternal light,
I sync with the others, across the flying leaves,
Maybe one day we’ll break the fences of all mundane places,
And save the ones that shrug and fade into the dark.
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My new 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.
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Above the foxhole everything is fire
Clouds are rolling,
Stained by the rage of the man made world.
His fingers are clenched on the wire,
That sends a screaming order to move forward
To all those destined to fill the infantrymen’ boots.
Steel helmet in the rain,
He joins the game of hide and seek with bullets,
And hopes to be among the winners,
As there is no replay,
The penalty of losing could take your soul away.
His team now takes the village,
He stops behind a wall, then points his gun,
The end and the tomorrow both dwelling by his finger,
And what he’ll choose will be the faith of one.
Astounding insight into the human soul,
Immersed in holiness and sin,
The battle is about primal survival,
And thus the man in front of him will lose, and he will win.
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My new 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 