{"id":36462,"date":"2018-03-08T08:02:05","date_gmt":"2018-03-08T08:02:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36462"},"modified":"2018-03-08T08:02:05","modified_gmt":"2018-03-08T08:02:05","slug":"vasilica-grigoras-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/08\/vasilica-grigoras-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Vasilica GRIGORA\u015e: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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PREA T\u00c2RZIU, MAM\u0102!<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cre\u015ftem \u015fi tot puii mamei suntem,<\/p>\n

gre\u015fim dar \u00een ochii ei n-avem nicio vin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi avem toate drepturile din lume,<\/p>\n

\u00eei ascundem multe, dar ea simte starea noastr\u0103,<\/p>\n

putem s\u0103 avem toate bog\u0103\u0163iile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

ea tot vrea s\u0103 ne mai d\u0103ruiasc\u0103,<\/p>\n

putem s\u0103 \u015ftim c\u00e2te-n lun\u0103 \u015fi-n stele<\/p>\n

ea tot ne mai d\u0103 un sfat,<\/p>\n

nu e nevoie s\u0103 ne str\u0103duim s\u0103 ne iubeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

ea ne iube\u015fte implicit, necondi\u0163ionat, f\u0103r\u0103 limite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iar noi nu observ\u0103m<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd \u00eei r\u0103sar firele albe,<\/p>\n

pentru noi este mereu t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103,<\/p>\n

nu vedem c\u00e2nd puterile-i scad,<\/p>\n

noi o \u015ftim \u00eentotdeauna puternic\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 ea face ce-i cerem<\/p>\n

\u015fi multe \u00een plus,<\/p>\n

nu ne oprim s\u0103-i \u015ftergem lacrimile,<\/p>\n

care-i inund\u0103 ochii uneori,<\/p>\n

nu-i cunoa\u015ftem dorin\u0163ele, temerile, durerile,<\/p>\n

ale noastre sunt mai importante.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La un moment dat \u00eei auzim<\/p>\n

ultimul strig\u0103t, ultimul geam\u0103t,<\/p>\n

ultimul suspin \u00eenainte de a pleca.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ne trezim dintr-un somn prelung<\/p>\n

\u00eempov\u0103ra\u0163i de lucrurile nespuse la timp,<\/p>\n

con\u015ftientiz\u00e2nd c\u0103 suntem eroii negativi<\/p>\n

dintr-o poveste pe care doar EA<\/p>\n

a f\u0103cut-o cea mai frumoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u0163elegem prea t\u00e2rziu<\/p>\n

c\u0103 toate r\u0103t\u0103cirile de moment,<\/p>\n

ezit\u0103rile de circumstan\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

am\u00e2n\u0103rile f\u0103r\u0103 motiv<\/p>\n

ne-au \u00eempiedicat\u00a0 s\u0103-i spunem<\/p>\n

simplu \u015fi la timp:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

MAM\u0102, te iubesc.<\/p>\n

Te rog, iart\u0103-m\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FEMEIA, F\u0102PTUR\u0102 DE TAIN\u0102 AD\u00c2NC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunet solemn de org\u0103<\/p>\n

or ton de vioar\u0103-n surdin\u0103,<\/p>\n

tablou \u00een lumini \u015fi umbre,<\/p>\n

fil\u0103 de carte scris\u0103 cu migal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un alfabet indescifrabil.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F\u00e2lf\u00e2itul unor aripi de \u00eenger,<\/p>\n

adierea \u015fi suspinul v\u00e2ntului,<\/p>\n

murmur stins, r\u0103suflarea m\u0103rii adormite,<\/p>\n

suflet schimonosit de vuietul ur\u00e2tului,<\/p>\n

dar ve\u015fnic de veghe \u00een rochie liliachie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103 ce arde-n triste\u0163i juc\u0103u\u015fe,<\/p>\n

n\u0103luc\u0103 \u00eempietrit\u0103 de ne-n\u0163elesuri,<\/p>\n

g\u00e2nd doldora de n\u0103zuin\u0163e nep\u0103trunse,<\/p>\n

inim\u0103 sf\u00e2\u015fiat\u0103 \u00eentre speran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi \u00eendoial\u0103,<\/p>\n

nedezlegat mister \u00een arta vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fierbinte dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 de var\u0103,<\/p>\n

lun\u0103 de gerar, pustie \u015fi-ntunecat\u0103,<\/p>\n

vibrezi, te aprinzi ori te stingi<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 cum cerul \u0163i-e leag\u0103n ori suspin,<\/p>\n

FEMEIE, f\u0103ptur\u0103 de tain\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

DORUL DE A R\u00c2DE ROM\u00c2NE\u015eTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Poetei, traduc\u0103toarei \u015fi editoarei, Valentina Teclici)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

N\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een viscolul iernii<\/p>\n

te-odihne\u015fti \u00eentr-un vulcan\u00a0 aprins.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i purt\u00e2nd seninul,<\/p>\n

roua ce arde pe pleoape<\/p>\n

adap\u0103 visul c\u0103l\u0103torului<\/p>\n

spre orizonturi de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi-ad\u00e2ncuri diafane.<\/p>\n

Clepsidra timpului t\u0103u<\/p>\n

deap\u0103n\u0103 stropi<\/p>\n

de-aghiasm\u0103 fierbinte…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centr-un col\u0163 tainic al fiin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

cultivi cu tandre\u0163e \u015fi d\u0103ruire<\/p>\n

pomi roditori,<\/p>\n

adun\u00e2nd \u00een c\u0103mara-\u0163i sacr\u0103<\/p>\n

fructul pasiunii<\/p>\n

pentru cuv\u00e2nt \u015fi poem.<\/p>\n

Inima plin\u0103 de dragoste<\/p>\n

debordeaz\u0103 de fiorul metaforei.<\/p>\n

Aici \u015fi acolo str\u0103luce\u015fti<\/p>\n

precum scoica paua<\/p>\n

cu iriza\u0163ii multiple<\/p>\n

\u00een versuri bilingve.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndurile\u00a0 bune, vis\u0103ri albastre,<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103toare dar statornice p\u0103s\u0103ri<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi au cuibul \u00een sufletul t\u0103u curat,<\/p>\n

iar moara crea\u0163iei macin\u0103<\/p>\n

cuvinte cernute cu dib\u0103cie<\/p>\n

\u00een stihuri \u00eenmugurite<\/p>\n

pline de mireasma<\/p>\n

harului divin.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ziditor de\u00a0Poduri lirice<\/p>\n

peste maluri la mari dep\u0103rt\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

sem\u0103n\u0103tor de bun\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt fertil<\/p>\n

unde ploaia credin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

\u015fi iubirii de r\u0103d\u0103cinile str\u0103mo\u015fe\u015fti<\/p>\n

sub zaimful unui sentiment<\/p>\n

neostoit, ve\u015fnic verde,<\/p>\n

m\u0103rturisit cu sinceritate<\/p>\n

dezv\u0103luie n\u0103valnicul<\/p>\n

\u201edor de-a r\u00e2de rom\u00e2ne\u015fte\u201d.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FLUTURI \u00ceN SIMFONIA TIMPULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/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

 <\/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

 <\/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\u0163i de suspine ad\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n

 <\/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<\/p>\n

propriilor pa\u015fi<\/p>\n

\u00een catedrala<\/p>\n

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

 <\/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

 <\/p>\n

DORIN\u0162\u0102 T\u00c2RZIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

a\u015f vrea<\/p>\n

ca toamna<\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi fie prim\u0103var\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi pletele-mi aurii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se de\u015farte<\/p>\n

\u00een vii vl\u0103stare<\/p>\n

lacome de v\u00e2lv\u0103taia<\/p>\n

sevei gra\u0163ioase<\/p>\n

ce se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een cre\u015ftet<\/p>\n

de tresalt\u0103 \u015fi stelele<\/p>\n

ca focul<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103pi\u0163ele de f\u00e2n.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FLAGRANT DELICT<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ne dep\u0103rt\u0103m<\/p>\n

tot mai mult<\/p>\n

unul de altul<\/p>\n

de noi \u00een\u015fine<\/p>\n

\u015fi de Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

juc\u0103m personaje<\/p>\n

c\u0103rora nu le apar\u0163inem<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 percepem<\/p>\n

impostura<\/p>\n

n-avem putere<\/p>\n

s\u0103 le p\u0103r\u0103sim<\/p>\n

\u015fi nu abandon\u0103m<\/p>\n

scena de sub reflectoarele<\/p>\n

cu fascicule false<\/p>\n

ci printr-o<\/p>\n

distan\u0163are ironic\u0103<\/p>\n

nici m\u0103car<\/p>\n

nu ne propunem<\/p>\n

s\u0103 deslu\u015fim<\/p>\n

grotescul vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

pentru a vedea<\/p>\n

povara<\/p>\n

care ne-nconvoaie<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

confund\u0103m senini<\/p>\n

rosturile<\/p>\n

continu\u0103m scamatoria<\/p>\n

statu\u0103m \u00een\u015fel\u0103toria<\/p>\n

totul devine<\/p>\n

o meteahn\u0103 vinovat\u0103<\/p>\n

pasiune clandestin\u0103<\/p>\n

obsesie<\/p>\n

dus\u0103 la paroxism<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

cu non\u015falan\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

flutur\u0103m<\/p>\n

sub ochii tuturor<\/p>\n

pa\u015faportul de moralitate<\/p>\n

\u015fi parafa de bun practician<\/p>\n

printr-un flagrant delict<\/p>\n

de teatrologie ieftin\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PICT\u00c2ND CU ALB PE ALB <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

scufundat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un vis aievea<\/p>\n

m\u0103 las purtat\u0103<\/p>\n

de-o mic\u0103 furtun\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

patinez pe apele \u00eempietrite<\/p>\n

ale unui \u00eenghe\u0163 timpuriu<\/p>\n

pozez unui portretist<\/p>\n

meticulos<\/p>\n

dar cu capul \u00een nori<\/p>\n

apoi \u00eenaintez u\u015for<\/p>\n

\u015fi p\u0103\u015fesc prin albul a\u015fezat<\/p>\n

din care zv\u00e2cne\u015fte<\/p>\n

cuv\u00e2ntul fierbinte<\/p>\n

de fraze n\u0103sc\u0103tor<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ap\u0103s clapele<\/p>\n

pianului interior<\/p>\n

chipul mi se-nsenineaz\u0103<\/p>\n

prind vigoare<\/p>\n

deschid<\/p>\n

jurnalul inimii<\/p>\n

pictez cu alb pe alb<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc<\/p>\n

\u00een floarea de ierbar<\/p>\n

dialog\u00e2nd cu<\/p>\n

propriul orologiu<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

m\u0103-mbrac u\u015for<\/p>\n

cu vechile petale<\/p>\n

m\u0103 sc\u0103ld \u00een mireasma<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2ncului tr\u0103irilor<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t<\/p>\n

cu varietatea culorilor<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103\u00a0 simt<\/p>\n

binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103<\/p>\n

de \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015farea<\/p>\n

curcubeului<\/p>\n

din anii de-alt\u0103dat\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ILUZII F\u0102R\u0102 NICIUN MIEZ<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se-ntoarce<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mai vad\u0103 o dat\u0103<\/p>\n

ora\u015ful cu cerul \u00eempurpurat<\/p>\n

de r\u0103s\u0103ritul soarelui<\/p>\n

de-acum propiul s\u0103u apus.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu chipul livid,<\/p>\n

pleoapele ro\u015fii<\/p>\n

\u015fi ochii \u00eencerc\u0103na\u0163i<\/p>\n

privirea i se pierdu<\/p>\n

pe drumul de\u015firat<\/p>\n

printre copacii \u00een floare<\/p>\n

\u015fi borne kilometrice<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o contemplare absent\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La cap\u0103tul drumului,<\/p>\n

cu spatele-i g\u00e2rbovit<\/p>\n

\u015fi mersul \u015fov\u0103itor<\/p>\n

poart\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

o valijoar\u0103 u\u015foar\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 at\u00e2t mai putea duce.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen cadrul por\u0163ii<\/p>\n

mai multe umbre<\/p>\n

se i\u0163eau mim\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

o compasiune nest\u0103vilit\u0103,<\/p>\n

ginga\u015f\u0103 \u015fi naiv\u0103 urare<\/p>\n

de bun venit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce primi<\/p>\n

pa\u015faport diplomatic<\/p>\n

pentru \u015federe definitiv\u0103<\/p>\n

pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd ca un pu\u015fti<\/p>\n

se \u00eentoarse \u00een copil\u0103rie,<\/p>\n

adolescen\u0163\u0103, tinere\u0163e…<\/p>\n

\u00cencepu \u00een t\u0103cere<\/p>\n

s\u0103 descarce r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

fr\u00e2nturi de amintiri<\/p>\n

din pozele alb-negru<\/p>\n

\u015fi scrisorile parfumate<\/p>\n

din plicurile roz.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acceptare tacit\u0103<\/p>\n

amestecat\u0103 cu un fel de furie<\/p>\n

\u00een livada mai mult adormit\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een care\u00a0 r\u0103sar \u015fi-nfloresc<\/p>\n

doar iluzii f\u0103r\u0103 niciun miez.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

STROPI DE DOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

dor de dor<\/p>\n

\u015fi dor de zbor<\/p>\n

dor de umblet<\/p>\n

\u015fi de z\u00e2mbet<\/p>\n

de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi gr\u0103din\u0103<\/p>\n

dor de c\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u015fi de cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

dor de stih<\/p>\n

dor de v\u0103zduh<\/p>\n

de-nceput<\/p>\n

\u015fi de s\u0103rut<\/p>\n

dor de tine<\/p>\n

dor de mine<\/p>\n

dor de noi<\/p>\n

am\u00e2ndoi<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

dragostile dor<\/p>\n

de dor<\/p>\n

\u00eens\u0103<\/p>\n

nu mor<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00ceN\u0162ELEGERE MISTERIOAS\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Felinarele str\u0103luceau<\/p>\n

\u00een amurgul toamnei timpurii,<\/p>\n

o p\u0103l\u0103 cald\u0103 de v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

leg\u0103na \u00eencolo \u015fi \u00eencoace<\/p>\n

frunze aurii de castan.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Albastrul serii accentua<\/p>\n

culoarea iri\u015filor,<\/p>\n

ora contopirii privirilor,<\/p>\n

avalan\u015f\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

purtate de aripile zefirului.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Spre rev\u0103rsatul zorilor<\/p>\n

bine ancorat\u0103 \u00een fiin\u0163a mea<\/p>\n

fac loc poeziei<\/p>\n

\u00een stare latent\u0103<\/p>\n

care-mi dezv\u0103luie c\u0103<\/p>\n

for\u0163a \u015fi armonia vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

stau doar \u00een<\/p>\n

\u00een\u0163elegerea misterioas\u0103<\/p>\n

a iubirii.<\/p>\n

—————————<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vasilica GRIGORA\u0218<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vaslui, 8 Martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

PREA T\u00c2RZIU, MAM\u0102!   Cre\u015ftem \u015fi tot puii mamei suntem, gre\u015fim dar \u00een ochii ei n-avem nicio vin\u0103 \u015fi avem [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36462","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36462"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36462\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36465,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36462\/revisions\/36465"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36462"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36462"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}