{"id":39344,"date":"2018-06-11T09:04:44","date_gmt":"2018-06-11T09:04:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=39344"},"modified":"2018-06-11T09:04:44","modified_gmt":"2018-06-11T09:04:44","slug":"emma-poenariu-serafin-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/06\/11\/emma-poenariu-serafin-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Emma POENARIU SERAFIN: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u021aara mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Plai str\u0103bun din cartea de pove\u015fti
\n\u021ai-au promis t\u00e2lharii o idil\u0103 ,
\nPrin\u021b de v\u00e2nt coboar\u0103 din cale\u015fti
\nDintr-un timp, de hum\u0103 \u015fi huil\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Trupul sf\u00e2rtecat prin r\u00e2u de s\u00e2nge
\nEste pe-un f\u0103ra\u015f de griji strivite,
\nOchiul care nu mai poate nici a pl\u00e2nge
\nSper\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eentoarc\u0103 min\u021bi gre\u015fite.<\/p>\n

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Te jelesc prin cramele cu vinuri
\n\u00centr-un curcubeu tr\u0103dat din lacrimi,
\nIar prostimea car\u0103-n spate chinuri
\nMul\u021bi Hristo\u015fi ce-\u015fi poart\u0103 crucea-n patimi.<\/p>\n

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Peste timpuri ce-au venit tardive,
\nDezbinarea e acum mai crunt\u0103.
\nPrin speran\u021be slute, costelive
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i credin\u021ba ta-i v\u00e2ndut\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Tot ce pot ca s\u0103 te trec prin dor
\nDe\u015fi simt c\u0103 nu-s dec\u00e2t decor.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Sunt bunic\u0103, mam\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Pe un drum de \u021bar\u0103, v\u0103d o casa trist\u0103
\nPere\u021bii din hum\u0103 plini de mucegai
\nPoarta at\u00e2rnat\u0103 de-o balama rupt\u0103
\nPoteca ei poart\u0103, volburi, spini \u015fi scai.<\/p>\n

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Pe piatra din strad\u0103, v\u0103d dou\u0103 picioare
\nPrinse-ntr-o t\u0103cere care nu mai doare,
\nCizmele din gum\u0103 , negre \u0219i murdare
\nDoar bastonul vie\u021bii de prin colb mai sare.<\/p>\n

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Drumul intr\u0103-n satul, pustiit \u0219i trist
\nParc\u0103 nu-si dore\u0219te s\u0103-\u015fi reaminteasc\u0103,
\nC\u0103-ntr-o cas\u0103-n mijloc, eu nu mai exist,
\nNu mai e nici tata, care s\u0103 m\u0103 creasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Calc p\u0103m\u00e2ntul aspru, merg \u00eenceti\u0219or
\nUli\u021bele vremii , peste timp ce doarme,
\n\u015eipotul f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii-i f\u0103r\u0103 de ulcior
\nEu m\u0103 pierd pe uli\u021bi \u015fi \u00eemi uit de foame.<\/p>\n

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La o poart\u0103-nalt\u0103, m\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103 mama,
\nCeaunul pe plit\u0103, pus de mamalig\u0103,
\nPe un col\u021b de sob\u0103, \u00eentr-o oal\u0103-i zama
\nUn t\u0103ciune ro\u015fu, de sub plit\u0103 strig\u0103.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 dezbar de mine, am ajuns acas\u0103,
\nMerg \u00een curtea mic\u0103 printre bolovani
\n\u00cen odaia scund\u0103, m\u0103 a\u015fez la mas\u0103
\n\u0218i-mi adun via\u021ba, curs\u0103 de prin ani.<\/p>\n

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V\u0103d pe policioar\u0103 , o sticl\u0103 de lapte
\nDe vecinul mamei cred ca e adus,
\nM\u0103 cufund \u00een mine derul\u00e2nd prin fapte
\nApuc sticla mamei \u015fi-o ridic de sus.<\/p>\n

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Soarele \u021b\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te, peste diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nCerul cum e oul, prin norii fura\u021bi,
\nMama cro\u0219eteaz\u0103 dintr-un cap de a\u021b\u0103
\n\u0218osete din l\u00e2n\u0103, pentru sinistra\u021bi.<\/p>\n

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Foamea-n mine cre\u015fte, din mare-n mai mare
\nTrupul mamei firav, vreau s\u0103-l str\u00e2ng \u00een bra\u021be ,
\nMijlocul de veacuri, g\u00e2rbovit mai tare
\nIau sticla cu lapte \u015fi-o \u00eendes \u00een ma\u021be.<\/p>\n

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Timpul se opre\u0219te, am ajuns acas\u0103,
\nMama m\u0103 prive\u0219te, trist\u0103 s\u0103r\u0103cu\u021ba,
\nHai cu mine mam\u0103, s\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m la mas\u0103
\nIau cu toat\u0103 grija s\u0103-i s\u0103rut m\u00e2nu\u021ba.<\/p>\n

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Ochii ca-n icoan\u0103, m\u0103 privesc duios
\nM\u0103m\u0103liga mamei parc\u0103 e mai crud\u0103,
\nDar divina-i voce, curge mai mieros
\n\u0218i fruntea-i senin\u0103, nici nu mari asud\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Ce \u015fopte\u015fte mama, ruga de-n\u021beles
\n\u0218i \u00ee\u0219i face demn\u0103 o cruce cam mare,
\nCu-o \u00eenchin\u0103ciune, \u00eenspre Cel Ales
\nApoi scoate blidul, unde \u021bine sare.<\/p>\n

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Ziua lin\u0103 curge \u0219i se schimb\u0103-n m\u00e2ine,
\n\u0218i zi dup\u0103 noapte , se preschimb\u0103-n an,
\nDup\u0103 m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103, mama face p\u00e2ine
\n\u015ei-o depoziteaz\u0103, jos pe-un bolovan.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen brotinul sobei, mai \u00eendes un m\u0103r,
\nAltul copt mai bine, abia pot s\u0103-l scot,
\nZeama lui fierbinte, \u00eemi arat\u0103 cerul
\n\u0218i-mi suflu \u00een palm\u0103, c\u0103 at\u00e2t mai pot.<\/p>\n

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Ies \u00eengenunchiat\u0103 l\u00e2ng-un col\u021b de cas\u0103,
\nLacrima durerii, alinare – mi este,
\nHaina fericirii parc\u0103-mi e mai groas\u0103
\nNoaptea-mbrac\u0103 ziua, prins\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 veste.<\/p>\n

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Zbor prin suflet tandru, \u00eentr-un col\u021b de Rai
\nZiu\u0103 umple foaia, p\u00e2n\u0103 ast\u0103zi alb\u0103,
\nZurg\u0103l\u0103i tatei , ce-i punea la cai,
\nMi-i a\u015fez pe suflet, colier \u0219i salb\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Peste nori mai creste, prin gr\u0103dini, cirezi
\n\u0218i ast\u0103zi \u0219i m\u00e2ine, poate \u0219i poim\u00e2ine,
\nEu cu mama-n bra\u021be, doar \u00eel priveghez,
\nNorii r\u0103i la suflet , peste ei \u00eel tine.<\/p>\n

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Am venit acas\u0103, s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun mamic\u0103
\n\u00cenceput de via\u021b\u0103, sunt acum bunic\u0103 !<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici consemn !<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

O via\u021b\u0103 dreapt\u0103 dac\u0103 vrem
\nOare pe cine s\u0103 vot\u0103m ?
\nAm obosit s\u0103 fim t\u00e2mpi\u021bi,
\nDe-a valma, to\u021bi \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi
\nCa oile \u00eentr-un vapor ,
\nOri alte str\u00e2nse \u00een ciopor.
\nC\u0103r\u00e2nd \u00een noi minciuni sfruntate
\nCu mii de vise , spulberate,
\nDe \u015fu\u021bi ce par \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bitorii
\nDrept\u0103\u021bilor …, st\u0103p\u00e2nitorii.<\/p>\n

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O via\u021b\u0103 demn\u0103 s\u0103 avem
\nOare pe cine s\u0103 vot\u0103m ?
\nC\u0103 dreapta s-a ‘ ndreptat de tot,
\nSicriu p\u0103strat de moarte , pot.
\nIdeile \u00een \u021beast\u0103 nu-s….
\nNici bunul Dumnezeu , de sus
\nNu poate minte s\u0103 le dea,
\nC\u0103 n-are unde-o a\u0219eza.
\nSe-ntorc str\u0103bunii \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nDe v\u0103d cum mestec\u0103-n cuv\u00e2nt,
\nDoar unul , ca at\u00e2ta \u015ftiu
\nJos josul, josului, josiu .<\/p>\n

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Dar via\u021ba, s\u0103 o mai avem
\nOare pe cine s\u0103 vot\u0103m ?
\nSt\u00e2nga, la st\u00e2nga \u00eemprejur
\n\u0218i pare c\u0103, \u00eei doare-n ,, cor”
\nC\u0103 unii , ne batjocoresc ,
\nC\u0103 lor veniturile-\u015fi cresc,
\nC\u0103 vezi pe str\u0103zi fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi copii
\nDescul\u021bi ,de pare c\u0103-s pustii…
\nCu m\u00e2ini \u00eentinse c\u0103tre Cer
\n\u0218i-\u021bi c\u00e2nt\u0103-n var\u0103 ,, Leru-i ler “…
\nC\u0103 poate, poate te \u00eenduri
\nS\u0103 le arunci din f\u0103r\u00e2mituri. …<\/p>\n

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O Doamne, tot ce vreau \u015fi vrem…
\nDoar via\u021ba asta s-o avem….
\n\u0218i dac\u0103 nu o ducem demn
\nTe detest\u0103m! Aici consemn !<\/p>\n

—————————————<\/p>\n

Emma POENARIU SERAFIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

10 iunie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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