{"id":31323,"date":"2017-07-30T15:46:32","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T15:46:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31323"},"modified":"2017-07-30T15:48:32","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T15:48:32","slug":"vasilica-grigoras-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/30\/vasilica-grigoras-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Vasilica Grigora\u0219: Poeme din Antologia ,,Printre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Public\u0103 eseuri, poezii, cronici literare, impresii de c\u0103l\u0103torie, medalioane, interviuri \u00een publica\u0163ii periodice din \u0163ar\u0103 \u015fi din str\u0103in\u0103tate, \u00een volume de autor \u015fi colective. <\/strong>\u00cen ultimii ani se apropie de poezia nipon\u0103 public\u00e2nd c\u0103r\u0163i de haiku, senryu \u015fi tanka. Membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor Europeni din Moldova.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poezia este un monolog interior, o c\u0103utare de sine, o evadare din labiritul vie\u0163ii, e amintire \u015fi visare. Poezia este un mod de a sta de veghe, o cale de a te reinventa; te descoperi pe tine \u00eensu\u0163i pentru a te oferi celorlal\u0163i, spun\u00e2nd ceea ce nu ai \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 spui altfel.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poezia este clipa \u015fi infinitul, este stropul \u015fi oceanul, este lic\u0103rul \u015fi soarele, dezl\u0103n\u0163uire \u015fi cump\u0103tare, fream\u0103t \u015fi lini\u015fte,\u00a0 \u00eenc\u0103tu\u015fare \u015fi libertate.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poezia este pocalul din care ne \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fim, este cupa din care ne ad\u0103p\u0103m sufletul \u00eensetat de frumos, lumin\u0103 \u015fi iubire. Poezia este focul aprins de o sc\u00e2nteie divin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ninsoarea dens\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een iu\u0163imea v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

cea\u0163\u0103 a min\u0163ii \u2013<\/p>\n

doar topit\u0103-n poezie<\/p>\n

v\u0103d iar \u00eengerul nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Poem f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Conturul unei femei<\/p>\n

flutura \u00een dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n

lic\u0103rind tot mai viu<\/p>\n

pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce se apropia<\/p>\n

de lumina unui felinar<\/p>\n

apoi se pierdea f\u0103r\u0103 veste<\/p>\n

\u00een bezna hibrid\u0103 a nop\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

El se av\u00e2nta pe urmele umbrei<\/p>\n

\u015fi sfredelea cu ochiul \u015foimului<\/p>\n

imaginile confuze.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi imagina o f\u0103ptur\u0103 pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

plin\u0103 de farmec \u00eent\u00e2lnit\u0103<\/p>\n

printr-o \u00eent\u00e2mplare neobi\u015fnuit\u0103<\/p>\n

bizar\u0103 \u015fi tainic\u0103 deopotriv\u0103.<\/p>\n

Se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea totul \u00een mintea lui<\/p>\n

pe strunele harpei i-auzi vocea<\/p>\n

trezindu-i un fream\u0103t \u00een tot corpul<\/p>\n

\u015fi se decide s\u0103 se apropie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sim\u0163indu-i respira\u0163ia cald\u0103<\/p>\n

ea se \u00eentoarce z\u00e2mbindu-i discret<\/p>\n

\u00eel fixeaz\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe<\/p>\n

cu privirea serafic\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een\u0163eleg\u00e2nd am\u00e2ndoi<\/p>\n

c\u0103 nu mai era nimic de f\u0103cut<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t s\u0103-\u015fi poarte \u00eempreun\u0103 pa\u015fii<\/p>\n

pe-aleea poemului f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sub semnul \u00eentreb\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen desaga anilor<\/p>\n

cu voie \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de voie<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi g\u0103sesc s\u0103la\u015f \u00eentreb\u0103ri<\/p>\n

rafale de v\u00e2nt venite t\u0103v\u0103lug<\/p>\n

din v\u0103zduhul fiin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

fire \u00eenc\u00e2lcite de roata morii<\/p>\n

prin albia r\u00e2ului vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cum \u015fi c\u00e2nd voi g\u0103si r\u0103spunsurile<\/p>\n

\u015fi la ce-mi vor folosi?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu o sc\u00e2nteie de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

un punct de culoare<\/p>\n

o strun\u0103 de vioar\u0103<\/p>\n

o lacrim\u0103 de compasiune<\/p>\n

un soare auriu de septembrie<\/p>\n

simfonie divin\u0103<\/p>\n

nuan\u0163e re\u0163inute rezervate<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 efuziuni zgomotoase<\/p>\n

printr-o banal\u0103 sugestie<\/p>\n

transmitere telepatic\u0103<\/p>\n

coabitez cu eternul timp al \u00eentreb\u0103rilor<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 minunez o clip\u0103<\/p>\n

de simplitatea r\u0103spunsurilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Paradoxuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tac \u0219i vorbesc<\/p>\n

ascult dar nu aud<\/p>\n

mintea mi-e treaz\u0103 dar nu \u00een\u0163eleg.<\/p>\n

\u0162in ochii deschi\u015fi dar nu v\u0103d<\/p>\n

dorm \u00een nesomn<\/p>\n

visez \u015fi veghez.<\/p>\n

Trec prin co\u0219maruri \u015fi exalt\u0103ri<\/p>\n

m\u0103 copil\u0103resc \u015fi sunt \u00een\u0163elept<\/p>\n

merg m\u0103 \u00eempiedic \u015fi cad<\/p>\n

dar am \u015fi \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103ri spre lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De ani adun st\u0103ri emo\u021bii<\/p>\n

pe care le-am \u00eempletit<\/p>\n

unele cu data-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103rii<\/p>\n

\u00een fibra-mi cea mai vibrant\u0103;<\/p>\n

cu bl\u00e2nde\u0163e le-am \u00eenc\u0103lzit<\/p>\n

ori cu furie le-am alungat<\/p>\n

\u00eens\u0103 multe m\u0103 urm\u0103resc \u0219i azi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aud b\u0103t\u0103i \u00een poarta inimii<\/p>\n

\u00eencetinit mi-i ornicul<\/p>\n

\u0219i la trecut de jumate<\/p>\n

un greiere de sub p\u00e2nza de p\u0103iang<\/p>\n

brodat\u0103 \u00een \u0219emineu<\/p>\n

\u00eemi spune c\u0103 a venit timpul<\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103 iau \u00een serios<\/p>\n

s\u0103-L respect \u0219i s\u0103-L iubesc<\/p>\n

pe Dumnezeul din mine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Amintiri<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Soarele \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een cea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

evadeaz\u0103 tiptil<\/p>\n

intruziune timpurie a zorilor<\/p>\n

sf\u0103rmarea intimit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

unei dimine\u0163i obosite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centr-un col\u0163 \u00eenc\u0103 mai lic\u0103rea<\/p>\n

candela aprins\u0103 decusear\u0103<\/p>\n

flac\u0103ra mu\u015fca ceara<\/p>\n

\u015fi-i arunca pe obraz<\/p>\n

o paloare ciudat\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu ochii \u00eemp\u0103ienjeni\u0163i de nesomn<\/p>\n

se ghemui \u00eentr-un ungher<\/p>\n

cu capul pe genunchi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen jur t\u0103cere \u015fi absen\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

doar un fluture de noapte<\/p>\n

se mi\u015fca unduios<\/p>\n

ating\u00e2nd c-o arip\u0103<\/p>\n

um\u0103rul umbrei tremur\u00e2nde.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Urm\u0103rindu-i zborul diafan<\/p>\n

se ridic\u0103 \u00eendat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi deschise sertarul<\/p>\n

cu petale de trandafir uscate<\/p>\n

dar pline de mireasm\u0103 discret\u0103<\/p>\n

care \u00eei aminti de primul s\u0103rut<\/p>\n

primit pe c\u0103lu\u0163ul de lemn<\/p>\n

ce galopa pe covorul verde<\/p>\n

din parcul de-alt\u0103dat\u2019.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cire<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cesc adesea<\/p>\n

printre fire de nisip<\/p>\n

\u015fi pietre<\/p>\n

sfioas\u0103 \u00eencerc s\u0103 le rostogolesc<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 hr\u0103nesc doar cu amintiri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cesc adesea<\/p>\n

printre copacii \u00eenal\u0163i<\/p>\n

u\u0219or desfrunzi\u0163i<\/p>\n

septembrie m\u0103 inund\u0103 tainic<\/p>\n

\u015fi plonjez<\/p>\n

\u00een v\u00e2rtejul frunzelor aspre<\/p>\n

\u00eenaint\u00e2nd spre necunoscut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cesc<\/p>\n

prin meandrele unui vis<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2nc precum zborul<\/p>\n

\u00eembujorat\u0103 mi-e clipa<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru prima oar\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemi urmez intui\u021bia.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cesc<\/p>\n

\u00een labirintul vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

al\u0103turi de-o singur\u0103 raz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i pierd urmele de \u00eentoarcere.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 las \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat\u0103<\/p>\n

de fiorul iubirii tale<\/p>\n

\u015fi-mi doresc s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n<\/p>\n

definitiv r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fluturi \u00een simfonia timpului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Statuie \u00eencremenit\u0103<\/p>\n

pe-o alee dosit\u0103<\/p>\n

de privirea trec\u0103torilor<\/p>\n

sim\u0163ea mireasma iernii<\/p>\n

emanat\u0103 de pielea ei rece<\/p>\n

\u015fi sufletu-i \u00eenghe\u0163at.<\/p>\n

Cu capul plecat<\/p>\n

cu chipul palid<\/p>\n

buzele mult prea str\u00e2nse<\/p>\n

\u015fi respira\u0163ie superficial\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 lini\u015ftea<\/p>\n

\u00een fream\u0103tul v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

\u015fi cl\u0103tinarea bra\u0163elor copacilor<\/p>\n

\u00een uguitul porumbeilor<\/p>\n

\u015fi cronc\u0103nitul ciorilor<\/p>\n

\u00een fumul gros al hornurilor<\/p>\n

care umple nestingherit norii.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 lungi a\u015ftept\u0103ri<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u2019 de r\u0103spuns<\/p>\n

c\u00e2\u0163iva fulgi timpurii de nea<\/p>\n

\u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie timid umerii<\/p>\n

scutura\u021bi de suspine ad\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n

\u00cencet o lumin\u0103 \u0163\u00e2\u015fni de niciunde<\/p>\n

risipind umbrele lungi<\/p>\n

ale privirii pierdute<\/p>\n

\u015fi-auzi ecoul propriilor pa\u015fi<\/p>\n

\u00een catedrala inimii \u00eendr\u0103gostite.<\/p>\n

\u00cent\u00e2mplare fericit\u0103<\/p>\n

a unei noi rev\u0103rs\u0103ri<\/p>\n

de fluturi neast\u00e2mp\u0103ra\u0163i<\/p>\n

\u00een simfonia timpului.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Printre muguri, flori \u0219i licurici: haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n

mulinete noi \u2013<\/p>\n

dep\u0103n\u00e2nd firul apei<\/p>\n

mugurii de s\u0103lcii<\/p>\n

prima dragoste \u2013<\/p>\n

ghiocei topind ghea\u021ba<\/p>\n

din ochii fetei<\/p>\n

un v\u00e2nt bl\u00e2nd pe lac \u2013<\/p>\n

ninge pe-oglinda lunii<\/p>\n

cu flori de cire\u0219<\/p>\n

copil cu pojar \u2013<\/p>\n

ferestrele spuzite<\/p>\n

de flori de cais<\/p>\n

steagul arborat<\/p>\n

de florile m\u0103rului \u2013<\/p>\n

speran\u021ba \u00een plop<\/p>\n

funambulii \u2013<\/p>\n

fulgii de p\u0103p\u0103die-n<\/p>\n

p\u00e2nza de p\u0103iang<\/p>\n

cataract\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

plin\u0103 floarea de iris<\/p>\n

cu puful de plop<\/p>\n

un jurnal de neam \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00een\u0219irate pe alti\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

florile de c\u00e2mp<\/p>\n

troi\u021b\u0103-n r\u0103zor \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00een lanul cu rapi\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

toat\u0103 aura<\/p>\n

candel\u0103 vie \u2013<\/p>\n

un licurici prin rou\u0103<\/p>\n

sub crucea mamei<\/p>\n

Circ na\u021bional: senryu<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

primele \u0219tiri \u2013<\/p>\n

dou\u0103 vr\u0103biu\u021be-n zori<\/p>\n

toac\u0103 lini\u0219tea<\/p>\n

starea vremii azi \u2013<\/p>\n

tot bate un v\u00e2nt turbat<\/p>\n

prin buzunare<\/p>\n

transhuman\u021b\u0103 iar \u2013<\/p>\n

prin toate partidele<\/p>\n

oi r\u0103t\u0103cite<\/p>\n

circ na\u021bional \u2013<\/p>\n

la mare \u00een\u0103l\u021bime<\/p>\n

trasul sforilor<\/p>\n

macazul schimbat \u2013<\/p>\n

p\u0103pu\u0219ari tra\u0219i pe sfoar\u0103<\/p>\n

de-ale lor p\u0103pu\u0219i<\/p>\n

cod ro\u0219u de ploi \u2013<\/p>\n

cu at\u00e2\u021bia bani sp\u0103la\u021bi<\/p>\n

mocirl\u0103 peste tot<\/p>\n

sim\u021b electoral \u2013<\/p>\n

cu momeala pe la u\u0219i<\/p>\n

pun picioru-n prag<\/p>\n

so\u021b de poveste \u2013<\/p>\n

traduceri dup\u0103 traduceri-n<\/p>\n

edi\u021bii de lux<\/p>\n

foc mocnind de mult \u2013<\/p>\n

al\u0103turi de un p\u00e2rlit<\/p>\n

tot mai des fript\u0103<\/p>\n

r\u0103zboi iminent \u2013<\/p>\n

vecina mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eencurc\u00e2nd i\u021bele<\/p>\n

Lumina toamnei (secven\u021b\u0103 tanka)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe-aripi de <\/strong>toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

valurile de cocori<\/p>\n

s-odihnesc \u00een zbor \u2013<\/p>\n

desenez pe cerul t\u0103u<\/p>\n

amintirile mai vechi<\/p>\n

Frunze ruginii<\/p>\n

\u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-se spre r\u00e2u<\/p>\n

se pierd \u00een ad\u00e2nc –<\/p>\n

m\u0103 visez c\u0103prioar\u0103<\/p>\n

sorbind lumina toamnei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbre palide<\/p>\n

pe potecile toamnei<\/strong><\/p>\n

urc\u00e2nd agale –<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103mara inimii<\/p>\n

perspective ascunse<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Miez de noapte (secven\u021b\u0103 tanka)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Descul\u0163 prin iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

adun stropi de lini\u015fte<\/p>\n

t\u00e2rziu \u00een noapte –<\/strong><\/p>\n

presar pl\u00e2nsul nepl\u00e2ns<\/p>\n

prin livada \u00een floare<\/p>\n

Printre stele mii<\/p>\n

\u00een miez de noapte<\/strong> \u00eenv\u0103\u0163<\/p>\n

filosofia vie\u0163ii \u2013<\/p>\n

tainic ochii t\u0103i sclipesc<\/p>\n

chiar \u015fi \u00een \u00eentuneric<\/p>\n

\u00cemi vine-adesea<\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103 plimb prin inim\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een toiul nop\u0163ii<\/strong> \u2013<\/p>\n

m\u0103 sfarm de suferin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

reinvent\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din cioburi<\/p>\n

Vasilica Grigora\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Din Antologia \u201dPrintre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d, <\/strong>\u00a0T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, Editura Singur, 2017, coordonator: Mioara Hususan)<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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