{"id":36671,"date":"2018-03-16T14:17:16","date_gmt":"2018-03-16T14:17:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36671"},"modified":"2018-03-16T14:39:29","modified_gmt":"2018-03-16T14:39:29","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/16\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ne\u00een\u0163eleasa ploaie<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Prin picuri de ploaie,<\/p>\n

amurgul scutur\u0103 petalele florilor de prun,<\/p>\n

pe ramuri, copacul suspinului<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi poart\u0103 u\u015for florile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ne\u00een\u0163eleasa ploaie, prin argintul nop\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

despic\u0103 umbrele iubirii\u2013<\/em><\/strong>culori,<\/p>\n

v\u00e2rtej de imagini,<\/p>\n

silabe, spa\u0163ii, cuvinte.<\/p>\n

Fr\u00e2nturi de umbre se preling<\/p>\n

prin zborul sufletelor reg\u0103site \u00eentr-un s\u0103rut,<\/p>\n

lacrima lui o aude \u00een sufletul ei.<\/p>\n

Frunzele de pelin<\/p>\n

\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie aroma triste\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva s-au plimbat pe marginea vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

azi r\u0103t\u0103cesc prin cea\u0163a p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Margini pierdute prin vis,<\/p>\n

pe pod, o fata printre lacrimi prive\u015fte<\/p>\n

apa \u015fi timpul domol curg\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lini\u015ftea apei, prin pleoapa \u00eenchis\u0103,<\/p>\n

dep\u0103rt\u0103rile scad.<\/p>\n

Acum el plute\u015fte \u00een barca cea neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vremea furtunii s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe b\u0103ncile goale, pe-alei, str\u0103zi, v\u00e2nt \u015fi frunze,<\/p>\n

t\u0103ind curcubeie, prin raze de soare \u015fi stele,<\/p>\n

Ea \u015ftie, mereu El e \u00een inima ei…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe urmele fiec\u0103rui pas<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un val plesne\u015fte \u00een<\/em> <\/em>noapte…<\/em><\/p>\n

Cuvintele vorbesc misterios<\/p>\n

prin t\u0103ceri,
\nad\u00e2nc inspiri s\u0103rutul.<\/p>\n

E noaptea din noapte,
\nca visul din vis,
\nca ochiul din lacrim\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cineva invizibil m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie
\np\u0103p\u0103diile din z\u00e2mbetul ei,
\ncopil plutind<\/p>\n

\u00een \u015foapta timpului,
\ns\u00e2ngele t\u0103u e stingher f\u0103r\u0103 ea,
\ncutreier\u00e2nd cerul prim\u0103verii,
\niubirea voastr\u0103 \u0163ip\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een oarbe oglinzi,
\nlumea \u00ee\u0163i scap\u0103 din m\u00e2n\u0103,
\ntimpul se scurge prin inima ta.<\/p>\n

Voi pleca din at\u00e2tea vie\u0163i<\/p>\n

tr\u0103ite \u015fi visate,
\npe urmele fiec\u0103rui pas,
\nprin fiecare via\u0163\u0103,
\nprin lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

doar spre lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Alitera\u0163ia timpului<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 un timp pentru toate,
\nun timp de uitare, un timp de-nv\u0103\u0163are,
\nun timp de tr\u0103ire, un timp de iubire,
\nun timp pentru somnul cel lung,
\nun timp de murire.<\/p>\n

Pas cu pas, toate, se-nva\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dezva\u0163\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cercelul pierdut<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Revin acum, cu tine, pe acela\u015fi drum,<\/p>\n

\u00een lumina dur\u0103 a zilei<\/p>\n

ce pare s\u0103 se mistuie \u00een cur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Prin aburii serii absente,<\/p>\n

aproape pierdut\u0103,<\/p>\n

caut, din priviri,<\/p>\n

cercelul acela pierdut prin iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u015ei tu, tu cau\u0163i perechea<\/p>\n

prin iarb\u0103 \u015fi-n albe pietre.<\/p>\n

Conturul t\u0103u, pierdut prin aerul ce ne-nconjoar\u0103,<\/p>\n

face, din fr\u00e2ntura drumului,<\/p>\n

o luntre \u00een deriv\u0103 \u00een care plutim \u00eempreun\u0103,<\/p>\n

acum pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Uita\u0163i de timpul \u00eempietrit al zilei prea lungi,
\ndelta s\u00e2ngelui<\/p>\n

\u00eemi pulseaz\u0103 prin t\u00e2mpl\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A pierde, dar a pierde cu-adevar\u0103t acum,
\nspre a l\u0103sa loc reg\u0103sirii<\/p>\n

\u00een valul destinului albastru.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A pierde, dar a pierde cu-adevar\u0103t acum,<\/p>\n

spre a g\u0103si,<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-alt\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, perechea pierdut\u0103…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 clipe, mai mult dec\u00e2t una<\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din coroana soarelui orbitor<\/p>\n

suntem boabe aurii risipite la vale,<\/p>\n

ne r\u0103sfir\u0103m, ne \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiem, plutim,<\/p>\n

ne rostogolim \u00een palmele timpului<\/p>\n

\u015fi spa\u0163iului necuprins…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 unde poate ajunge g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u?<\/p>\n

Nu-i \u015ftiu puterea. Are frontiere?<\/p>\n

Cuvintele eman\u0103 for\u0163a misterioas\u0103<\/p>\n

de a vorbi prin t\u0103ceri,<\/p>\n

de a exista \u00een absen\u0163ele lor,<\/p>\n

continu\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 simt\u0103 vocabulele<\/p>\n

dezmembrate din trecutul lor,<\/p>\n

construind fraze, folosind cuvinte<\/p>\n

pe care nu le mai posed\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Melanj de sunete, p\u00e2nze de p\u0103ianjen,<\/p>\n

senza\u0163ia arunc\u0103rii<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 secat\u0103, stalactitele durerii!<\/p>\n

Cuvintele \u00eemi par <\/em><\/p>\n

ca apa prelins\u0103 printre degete,<\/em><\/p>\n

curat\u0103, racoroas\u0103 \u015fi binef\u0103c\u0103toare, <\/em><\/p>\n

dar c\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi dau cu ea \u015fi pe ochi,<\/em><\/p>\n

pentru a-mi limpezi privirea, <\/em><\/p>\n

deja n-o mai am, s-a evaporat…<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2013<\/strong> E\u015fti ca un ulcior magic din care curg pove\u015fti!<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen lumea asta, po\u0163i visa cum timpii t\u0103i nu au timp, <\/em><\/p>\n

cum alergi dup\u0103 clipe ce se ascund, <\/em><\/p>\n

cum te bucuri de soarele ce nu-\u0163i cere nimic, <\/em><\/p>\n

cum te po\u0163i juca cu umbrele \u015fi niciuna s\u0103 nu pl\u00e2ng\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

cum te po\u0163i bucura de tine, uit\u00e2ndu-te \u015fi de jos \u015fi de sus.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen castelul umbrelor exist\u0103 un ritm subteran,<\/p>\n

zborul pesc\u0103ru\u015fului<\/p>\n

semneaz\u0103 orizontul \u00eentre dou\u0103 clipe.<\/p>\n

\u00cen urma fiec\u0103rui pas<\/p>\n

timpul mu\u015fc\u0103 cu for\u0163\u0103 spa\u0163iile,<\/p>\n

lumina elibereaz\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u0103derea secundelor din trecerea cuvintelor.<\/em><\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 clipe, mai mult dec\u00e2t una!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sub palida lun\u0103, doar pa\u015fii t\u0103cerilor noastre<\/p>\n

ascund sevele prim\u0103verilor,<\/p>\n

de la un cap\u0103t la altul al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

Noi \u015fi amintirile noastre<\/p>\n

ce se-ntorc<\/p>\n

ca r\u00e2ndunelele, \u00een retina noastr\u0103!<\/p>\n

Noi \u015fi amintirile noastre,<\/p>\n

semin\u0163e-nflorite \u00een prim\u0103veri,<\/p>\n

cristale desp\u0103r\u0163ite<\/p>\n

ce vor reaprinde sc\u00e2nteile focului lor!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S\u0103 v\u00e2slim pe r\u00e2ul de argint,<\/p>\n

c\u0103ut\u00e2nd, \u00een dep\u0103rtare, pierdutele vele albe! <\/em><\/p>\n

———————————-<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

Irina Lucia MIHALCA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucure\u0219ti, 16 martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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