By S. Guraziu
III - (Evaporated Mona Lisa... or Chromatography of her Pain)
Pictorial stances burst like black-white fireworks,
without noise syllables of each verse breaks,
in the sky of eyes colors dive in their drabness,
drip and drizzle as transparency of itself,
for a "flush" of tears aggregate state doesn't matter,
when something in the choking condenser liquefies,
cold elegiac chains, elastic like muscle fibers of serpents,
toggle, as if they need warmth, without reason,
in the very marrow of fire, between burning waves
numerous anchors of hope scratch limestone bed,
the coral carpet, something must grasp the foundation
of dormant distillate - in ponds of the heart
many layers, waiting, but in the picturesque background
of shadows color crystals do not shine, is needed
at least a tiny scratch of light, however should happen,
eternally, with each tear the pain fractionates, without
the sweetness of rhyme, without apparent colors,
in the heart always something deflects, deep under
crystals hiding in the dark, sublimates - (im) possible
is only "opinion", is never a "fact" on the surface of sunny life,
therefore neither for the poetic chromatography of pain!
Ars Poetica - S. Guraziu, 2013 - Original in Albanian "Mona Liza Elementale" published at:
http://www.letrat.eu/alfa-sg_arspo_fp.php?id=228
