TALKING TO THE FLOWER / Poem by Entela Kasi

Poem by Entela Kasi



As you can’t keep this forgotten ray
This word bounded by flame, cry
And the cloud of an empty sky falls wherever raining
The unspoken sound of silence plays inside the stone
So I silently go off as the raven feather
And there I am falling now and then
Insider as I am and not I,
Birds are falling every where
Now and then

“We the next island” (!)
Coming with the wind
In the Sunday dinner
When you see the next island existing
We, the deserted island…

I talk to my flower
The unsaid words of rain
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
I 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
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!!!



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