There is an answer for everyone, Leila Samarai

Nine hours is sleeping
And the nine hour hands of the world

The mouth of leniency ran away
Like the flowers of the oranges
When they come to cut them
Even though unannounced

Besides, time, everything is in the sign of transience
Also the olive tree
That exhales under insects

Nevertheless
There is an answer for everyone
Scorn, love
Limited life
And stranded ships

Still… Why.

Even though not every wound bleeds
Still
A man dies each eve
Why

I a lonely stalk, Leila Samarrai

I persistently graze words
Day and night
First I seek them
Recognize them even among lizards
Who announce misfortune
And even though they are vainly
You want time and roads
And blue circles above the wellsprings of rapid rivers

You children of moonlight
I a lonely stalk
You memorized colors
You poets, which I am yet not

I the amorous Pan
Not knowing how to say wasteland on your language
Marked to sing I yearn for East
Where I could burn myself
And turn into a star
Like Quetzalcoatl

(If I could only sway
for a moment
not even music is necessary)

The forests sleep, Leila Samarrai

The forests sleep
Not knowing
About the terrified grass
And it’s sigh

Especially
In time of wind
And herbal precipitations

The fever has no end, Leila Samarai

The fever has no end
The song was left without sound and fire
The mists do not care to be praised
Hence the difference is null between water and mud

A girl with no stronghold is in tears
While the wall of homeland withers

In the subconscious dialogue
Nobody is awake

A question… (?)

Hello, my dear fellow writers and readers,

First of all, thank you for your attention regards of my two Kat – poems. I put it twice on my blog, because there is  Version 1 of the “kitty poem” and  Version 2.

If it is confusing for you, or maybe someone amongst you  thinks I put it twice by mistake or it looks like a mistake almost because they are so similar… I would ask you to pick the version you prefer (I labeled them “Version 1” and “Version 2”..   also, I would be grateful if you would tell me why you chose that particular version.

Thank you in advance,

Leila S.

 

Vanished flowers, Leila Samarrai

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My distant seas
Flooded the land
In the night.
My bright fires
Smell burned nostrils.
Pain.
Distorted are
The kisses.
My warm dreams
Frosted by
Extinct stars
And oaths
Which only the constellations
understand.
There they are
Like curses.
The thief took away the peace
Kept in a vortex ‘till then.
Frozen reflections sleep
Vanished flowers
Through irony
Heal hell.

2.
The wounds elicited hopes
To
Exhausted
stranded
onto the rocks of ancient seas
bring peace to the castaway.
They prolonged the eternal day
To one more wrathful hour.

3.
Have you not been brought by the departed
into dark regions
by the narrowness of heart?
Eat your own heart.
Let snow cover it.
The sight and breath return
After the strike of the matured essence.
Let Truth become essence to you
The quest
Pretty fresco carved
By the eye of the stern
Iced
Sun.