I’m Putting a Lid on Dreams — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ioana Ilieși
I’m Putting a Lid on Dreams
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I’m lost
Through the branches of loneliness
And I feed
On the marrow of silence;
I wallow
In the dance of chess pieces
That play my fate.
I watch inert
As the albatrosses of hope
Are sucking the tears of patience
From the weary body
Of time.
I put a hood on dreams
And hold them in check,
So they don’t drink
From foreign springs
That flow enticingly,
Accompanying the meanders of life
That make their way
To nowhere.
In the limbo of uncertainty
Meaningless syllables break,
Spiced with the glimmer of peaks,
Hymns numb with waiting.
I kneel
On the carpet of the blinks
And burn my silences,
Sipping from the fountains of thoughts,
Drained of illusions.
….
(Self-translation from ROMANIAN)
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I’m Putting a Lid on Dreams
To read all posts of Ioana Ilieși, Please click here
I’m lost
Through the branches of loneliness
And I feed
On the marrow of silence;
I wallow
In the dance of chess pieces
That play my fate.
I watch inert
As the albatrosses of hope
Are sucking the tears of patience
From the weary body
Of time.
I put a hood on dreams
And hold them in check,
So they don’t drink
From foreign springs
That flow enticingly,
Accompanying the meanders of life
That make their way
To nowhere.
In the limbo of uncertainty
Meaningless syllables break,
Spiced with the glimmer of peaks,
Hymns numb with waiting.
I kneel
On the carpet of the blinks
And burn my silences,
Sipping from the fountains of thoughts,
Drained of illusions.
….
(Self-translation from ROMANIAN)
v
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