TALKING TO THE FLOWER / Poems by Entela Kasi



Poems by Entela Kasi





As you can’t keep this forgotten ray
This word bounded by flame
And the cloud of an empty sky
Falls wherever raining
And the unspoken sound of silence
Plays inside the stone
Happily that sadness, madness of verses…
So I silently go off as the raven feather
Black dress of times
And there I am falling now and then
And I just spring in a glance inside
Insider as I am, and not I.
Whispers caring that huge cliff
Of the most difficult dearest compassion


To find you in the eye’s cloud
The dust of the darken mist
The highest mountain fallen
On the bird’s wing
Over the frozen snow
On the lake as the down rises
The star of forgotten liturgies
The flame
Icon on the loneliness wall
Ship without an anchored
Birds are falling every where
Now and then


“We the next island” (!)
Coming with the wind
The whiteness empty page
Where the raven stays and writes his “never more”
The rings of the ivy window
The willow tremendous tear
The hoary dreaming of the sinless garden
The lost sound of veins
Whiteness lilies
Brown leafs of falling trees…
The deepest coral shines
That massive water, scared of every little drop
The lack of destiny as an empty glass
Poured by tears and prays
In the Sunday dinner
Or the lost land
When you see the next island existing
As memories
We, the deserted island…


I talk to my flower
The unsaid words of rain
The winter gets the bulbs still unborn
Spring less
The wet curly shells
Hidden in the limits of nonexistence
That watering mouth
Waves and waves innocently bone and flesh
The grown pain, ancient illness
Of gloomy steps
If I don’t step there is a mirror in my wonderland
A lost inch of heaven
Into yours fallen eyes on every inch of the skin
And getting burned of the icy sculpture
I freeze outside the day
And stay
On the same soil
And plant another flower of sadness
As the wind could come
And makes it
A poem
Or a salvation


So I said everything
Naked in front of your lilies
When you say and accept
Love and death the same
The beginning of every world and all hidden worlds
But, I don’t know
If the writing does not exist
Will I be ever more a woman?!
Fearless and happily a woman
So I wrote every word
Every sound of silence
By the solid drop of water
And if there is no sea or ocean
Could I stay paralyzed in any shape?!
Could I not be sad, not mad?
The most difficult tag
Song and flame
So I send you every form of cloud
Every color of that rainbow
Every weigh of sand, soil and stone
Every plant,
And all the solitude
Of words
Not I!!!
A poem.


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