{"id":31404,"date":"2017-08-04T08:10:06","date_gmt":"2017-08-04T08:10:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31404"},"modified":"2017-08-04T08:10:06","modified_gmt":"2017-08-04T08:10:06","slug":"elisabeta-iosif-icoanele-toamnei-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/08\/04\/elisabeta-iosif-icoanele-toamnei-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Elisabeta Iosif: Icoanele toamnei (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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Heliotropul se rote\u015fte dup\u0103 astrul palid rev\u0103rsat<\/p>\n

Peste trupul Toamnei. \u00cen festinul ei ame\u0163itor<\/p>\n

Soarele agonizeaz\u0103 prin t\u0103m\u00e2ia boabelor rubinii<\/p>\n

Cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se apoi printre gutui cu parfum exotic.<\/p>\n

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Hesperidele \u00eel a\u015fteapt\u0103 pe Herakles. \u00cen Gr\u0103dina cu mere<\/p>\n

De aur doar s\u0103 \u00eentinzi m\u00e2na. Heruvimii din Hyperboreea<\/p>\n

Visurilor pun icoane anotimpului. S\u0103 nu i se alunge<\/p>\n

Norocul prins \u00een curcubeul oglinzii. S\u0103 se\u00a0 fixeze \u00een Oracol.<\/p>\n

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T\u00c2RZIU, \u00ceN TOAMN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Te caut \u00een toamna aurie, r\u0103sfoind-o prea<\/p>\n

T\u00e2rziu. C\u00e2nd pomi-s orfani, dezbr\u0103ca\u0163i de vise<\/p>\n

Verzi, ca turcoazul din ochii t\u0103i. Agoniz\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Precum\u00a0 fluturii ei galbeni, zbur\u00e2nd peste mine,<\/p>\n

B\u0103nu\u0163i de aram\u0103, acoperindu-\u0163i glezna<\/p>\n

Ce \u0163i-a s\u0103rutat-o marea. \u015etii!… \u015etii,\u00a0 numai eu o aud,<\/p>\n

\u00cen ghiocul adolescen\u0163ei mele t\u00e2rzii, c\u00e2nd ascult<\/p>\n

Murmurul iubirii din\u00a0 armonia unei veri, sec\u0103tuite<\/p>\n

\u015ei acoperit\u0103 cu frunze, ca \u015fi chipul s\u0103u\u2026<\/p>\n

S-a mic\u015forat ora de verde str\u0103puns\u0103<\/p>\n

Te-a\u015ftept. \u00cenc\u0103, apusul violet sticle\u015fte anotimpul<\/p>\n

Care se-aga\u0163\u0103 \u00een pomii \u00eencremeni\u0163i, de-at\u00e2ta aur.<\/p>\n

Iubirea \u00eemi sur\u00e2de ca un poem neterminat.<\/p>\n

E t\u00e2rziu\u2026 \u00een toamn\u0103. \u015ei-am r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

Pribeagul r\u0103t\u0103cit printre\u00a0 \u015foaptele tale.<\/p>\n

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TOAMN\u0102 \u00ceN VENE\u0162IA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cemi aduc aminte de mine<\/p>\n

De atunci, c\u00e2nd d\u0103deam \u00eent\u00e2ietate<\/p>\n

Pianului, alunec\u00e2nd solfegii<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 la rumenirea zorilor\u2026<\/p>\n

Mi-aduc aminte de tine<\/p>\n

Alung\u00e2ndu-mi gluma ce ucide<\/p>\n

Muzica sfredelitoare a g\u00e2ndului<\/p>\n

De flaut. G\u00e2nd cu g\u00e2nd de vis\u2026<\/p>\n

De vis \u015fi vioar\u0103 cu vioar\u0103, poem<\/p>\n

De pianin\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 poemul<\/p>\n

Icoanei din Catedrala Vene\u0163iei…<\/p>\n

Mi-aduc aminte de noi, de tot<\/p>\n

Ce\u00a0 n-am f\u0103cut! M\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Spaima de dorul care arde timpii<\/p>\n

De lacrimi. Mi-am injectat iubirea de<\/p>\n

Flac\u0103r\u0103 din noi. Apus\u0103 la Palatul Dogilor.<\/p>\n

Stins\u0103 de harp\u0103 \u00een Pia\u0163a San Marco.<\/p>\n

Sorbeam\u00a0 \u015fampania toamnei vene\u0163iene<\/p>\n

Privind lampa cerului spre care cocorii<\/p>\n

Se \u00een\u0103l\u0163au\u00a0 \u00een chip sinuciga\u015f\u2026<\/p>\n

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IUBIRI \u00ceN BALCIC<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cenvele\u015fte-m\u0103 iubite, acum, c\u00e2nd vuie\u015fte<\/p>\n

Doar toamna descul\u0163\u0103!\u00a0 C\u00e2nd p\u0103durea iube\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Mai g\u00e2nde\u015fte \u00een culori vis\u0103toare, m\u0103runte<\/p>\n

Iube\u015fte-m\u0103-n ploaie pe frunze c\u0103runte,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Dumnezeu picteaz\u0103 prin raza aurie\u2026<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n noiembrie printre copacii goi \u015fi-n rou\u0103 pustie\u2026<\/p>\n

Departe-i lumina de Balcic, ce rena\u015fte prin frunze!<\/p>\n

Iube\u015fte-m\u0103 acum, c\u00e2nd p\u0103durea e nins\u0103<\/p>\n

De\u00a0 vise-mpletite\u00a0 \u00een v\u00e2nt de lumina prelins\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei po\u0163i s\u0103-mi aduni viori p\u00e2n\u2019 la bolta-nstelat\u0103<\/p>\n

Cuprinde-m\u0103-n\u00a0 iubire, pe-o\u00a0 strun\u0103 din lumina perlat\u0103!<\/p>\n

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VIORI DE OCTOMBRIE <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Se-mpodobe\u015fte octombrie cu giuvaere<\/p>\n

Aprinse-n curcubeie. Ne-nvele\u015fte cu frunze<\/p>\n

\u00cen toamna descul\u0163\u0103\u2026 C\u00e2nd arborii-s n\u0103luci,<\/p>\n

\u015ei g\u00e2ndesc \u00een culori vis\u0103toare, c\u0103runte<\/p>\n

Iar luna \u00eenflore\u015fte a toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie…<\/p>\n

Iube\u015fte-m\u0103 acum, \u00een octombrie,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Dumnezeu picteaz\u0103 \u00een roua aurie\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cen noiembrie, copacii r\u0103m\u00e2n goi \u015fi singuri.<\/p>\n

Ce departe-i lumina, care trimite alte frunze!<\/p>\n

Iube\u015fte-m\u0103 acum, c\u00e2nd p\u0103durea se transform\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cen viori \u015fi \u00een vise cu plete \u00een v\u00e2nt de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei po\u0163i s\u0103-mi ridici o lir\u0103 p\u00e2n\u2019 la bolta-nstelat\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd a iubire \u00een t\u0103cerea verbului\u00a0 \u201da fi\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n

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

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Mai\u00a0\u00a0 g\u0103sesc lacul cu vise, t\u0103cut, \u00eenmiresmat<\/p>\n

De ierburi de leac? Doar anotimpul l-am \u00eenr\u0103mat<\/p>\n

\u00cen iubirea mut\u0103. Delta-i sub aripa-i\u00a0 str\u00e2ns\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n r\u0103s\u0103rit fecund. Curge prin ea salcia\u00a0 pl\u00e2ns\u0103….<\/p>\n

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Eu sunt\u00a0 poetul, culeg\u0103tor al stelelor ,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd love\u015fte\u00a0 \u015fi-n lun\u0103,\u00a0\u00a0 \u015firul lung al cocorilor,<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u00a0 prag de toamn\u0103. Deltei \u00eei tresare copil\u0103ria<\/p>\n

Iar Dun\u0103rea \u00een somn \u00ee\u015fi mai caut\u0103 armonia…<\/p>\n

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Sunetul zilei \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uie pelicanii –\u00a0 t\u00e2lharii nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Prin logodna cu marea. \u00cen vioara toamnei –\u00a0 zarul sor\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

N-aude glasul Deltei –\u00a0 strig\u0103t \u00een\u00a0 jarul verii:<\/p>\n

–\u00a0\u00a0S\u0103 nu uita\u0163i\u00a0 iubirea \u015fi s\u0103-mi\u00a0 primi\u0163i\u00a0 cocorii!<\/p>\n

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MIROSUL TOAMNEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din v\u00e2rful dealului<\/p>\n

Apusul arde-n fl\u0103c\u0103ri<\/p>\n

Nori de p\u0103s\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

De sub c\u0103rbunii aprin\u015fi<\/p>\n

Amurgul sufl\u0103 aripi-frunze –<\/p>\n

Culori \u00een transhuman\u0163\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Agoniz\u00e2nd, p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie vara,<\/p>\n

Respir\u0103 aurul gutuilor,<\/p>\n

\u00cengreun\u00e2nd povara<\/p>\n

Iubirilor spre Paradis.<\/p>\n

Cad peste auriul frunzelor<\/p>\n

Culori de un ro\u015fu nepermis<\/p>\n

De ultima speran\u0163\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Numai\u2026numai crizantema<\/p>\n

Este sub domnia faldurilor<\/p>\n

Ar\u0103mii! Miroase a toamn\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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AGONISEALA M\u0102RII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Se stinge iar apusul printre comori marine<\/p>\n

Valul c\u0103zut \u00een toamn\u0103 se-neac\u0103 \u00een destine<\/p>\n

Pe plaj\u0103. Captura-i deas\u0103 o r\u0103sp\u00e2nde\u015fte lung<\/p>\n

Pe mal. Peste um\u0103rul serii prive\u015fte des, prelung\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cen sunetul de scoici portocalii, \u00a0agoniseala m\u0103rii<\/p>\n

Duce dorul de lun\u0103 plin\u0103, ascuns\u0103-n ochiul z\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 soare-apune, iar\u0103\u015fi c\u0103z\u00e2nd\u00a0 \u00een super-lun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Doar pesc\u0103ru\u015ful singur le sune: noapte bun\u0103!<\/p>\n

Rotind peste cochilii \u015fi melci cu gust de var\u0103…<\/p>\n

A c\u00e2ta oar\u0103-i toamn\u0103?!\u00a0 Doamne, a c\u00e2ta oar\u0103!<\/p>\n

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CU GUST DE M\u0102R<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Luna aprinde \u00een noapte<\/p>\n

Un v\u00e2rf de condei,<\/p>\n

Rest astral pe podul cerului<\/p>\n

Gust de fruct tomnatic<\/p>\n

Din gr\u0103dina g\u00e2ndului meu,<\/p>\n

Alb, ca bujorul.<\/p>\n

Doar merii explodeaz\u0103 \u00een ro\u015fu,<\/p>\n

Vis\u00e2nd la florile roze ale \u00eenceputului.<\/p>\n

Mai ninge cu fiori de m\u0103r \u00een univers<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t timp mu\u015fc\u0103m din m\u0103rul lui Adam.<\/p>\n

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COCO\u015eII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mi-a trimis Mercur \u00een dar<\/p>\n

Doi coco\u015fi. Dar \u00een zadar<\/p>\n

Se rotesc. Ei, au noble\u0163e?!<\/p>\n

\u2026Sunt\u00a0 cu minte…<\/p>\n

De coco\u015fi.<\/p>\n

Agresivi, ca mai-nainte…<\/p>\n

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Rubiconzii lui Botero,<\/p>\n

Famili\u015ftii<\/p>\n

Lui Chagall<\/p>\n

Sunt sexi\u015ftii\u00a0 –<\/p>\n

Picasso. Festivi\u015fti,<\/p>\n

Dar onorabili. Talenta\u0163i,<\/p>\n

Cu mult aplomb,<\/p>\n

La pictori \u2026 specializa\u0163i…<\/p>\n

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Ce m\u0103 fac cu-a\u015fa modele?<\/p>\n

Cu un stil<\/p>\n

Ca \u00een rondele!<\/p>\n

Personajele de\u00a0 \u201dclas\u0103\u201d,<\/p>\n

M\u0103 iubesc.\u00a0 Nu-i de mirare?!<\/p>\n

M\u0103-nconjoar\u0103, cu ardoare!<\/p>\n

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Metafore \u00een lut\u00a0 a la Hurezi<\/p>\n

La\u00a0 pas de toamn\u0103, s\u0103 le vezi!<\/p>\n

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

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Am uitat s\u0103-\u0163i spun, c\u0103 te-am iubit<\/p>\n

De\u015fi te-am \u00een\u015felat cu Ariadna, cu Didona<\/p>\n

\u015ei cu Medeea, iubita\u00a0 lui Hora\u0163iu,\u00a0 din alt timp\u2026<\/p>\n

Era toamn\u0103. A!\u00a0 Am mai uitat ceva\u00a0 s\u0103-\u0163i spun:<\/p>\n

Eu\u2026eu sunt OVIDIU!\u00a0 Din alt\u0103 via\u0163\u0103\u2026M\u0103 \u015ftii?<\/p>\n

Poetul trimis la marginea Imperiului\u2026<\/p>\n

La Pontus\u00a0 Euxinus. Un exilat printre sci\u0163i<\/p>\n

Acum 2000 de ani! Poetul roman al iubirilor<\/p>\n

Prins \u00eentre o seduc\u0163ie, pe o coard\u0103 de vioar\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei\u2026 reverbera\u0163ia unui sur\u00e2s adolescentin<\/p>\n

De violoncel. M\u0103 crezi?! Sunt eu, \u201dPoetul Iubirii\u201d!<\/p>\n

\u015ei am venit acum, pe scena de pe malul M\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

La celebrarea Anilor mei, petrecu\u0163i \u00een Paradis<\/p>\n

De\u2026de vreo\u00a0 dou\u0103 milenii\u2026\u015ei s\u0103 nu uit:<\/p>\n

Acum, m-am ascuns \u00een Statuia mea din Tomisul str\u0103vechi<\/p>\n

\u015ei\u2026 m\u0103 voi da jos de pe soclu! Da! Da!<\/p>\n

M\u0103 ve\u0163i vedea actor printre personajele<\/p>\n

\u201dMetamorfozelor\u201d mele, dac\u0103\u2026dac\u0103<\/p>\n

M\u0103 va s\u0103ruta o fecioar\u0103!<\/p>\n

Mai sunte\u0163i tot at\u00e2t de frumoase,<\/p>\n

Cu harfa \u00een suflet \u015fi cu iubirea pe buze?!<\/p>\n

Acum sunt un pelerin<\/p>\n

\u015ei am venit s\u0103 v\u0103 re\u00eenv\u0103\u0163 \u201darta de a iubi\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n

Face\u0163i loc iubirii, c\u0103 vin!<\/p>\n

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\u015eUIER\u0102 TOAMNA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Toamna picur\u0103 livezile prin ochii aurii,\u00a0 pierz\u0103tori,<\/p>\n

Copacii \u015fuer\u0103-n bra\u0163e durerea \u00een ro\u015fu.\u00a0 Arz\u0103tori,<\/p>\n

Coboar\u0103 \u015fi cerul, tres\u0103rind plumburiu, odat\u0103 cu ele<\/p>\n

Cad frunze \u2026\u015fi iar le\u00a0 rotesc, tot mai departe de stele\u2026<\/p>\n

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Neputincioas\u0103-i\u00a0 \u015fi ploaia, ce le str\u00e2nge \u00een ghiar\u0103<\/p>\n

Numai noi revedem lumini\u015ful albastru din sear\u0103<\/p>\n

Doamne, toamna asta n-a l\u0103sat vara mai lung\u0103<\/p>\n

Pentru iubire. Dar o acop\u0103r cu umbra-mi prelung\u0103<\/p>\n

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Cerul e prins \u00eentre iubirile noastre. Vise ne-mplinite<\/p>\n

G\u0103sesc \u00een stihurile tale, ninse, \u00eenc\u0103 necitite\u2026<\/p>\n

\u015euer\u0103 toamna nebun\u0103 peste versul meu imaginar<\/p>\n

Doamne, acoper\u0103-l cu ve\u015fnicia Ta \u015fi d\u0103-i-l \u00een dar.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei nu\u00a0 l\u0103sa toamna s\u0103 \u015fuere! S-o anini de iubire<\/p>\n

\u015ei s-o acoperi cu-un vers violet, \u00een plutire<\/p>\n

Dar s\u0103-i adaugi, poete,\u00a0 dans\u00e2nd \u00een menuet<\/p>\n

Un poem cu lumin\u0103, mereu melancolic, discret\u2026<\/p>\n

—————————-<\/p>\n

Elisabeta IOSIF<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucure\u015fti<\/strong><\/p>\n

august 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

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