Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Dorin Popa writes



MY LIFE
 
my life is a long string of rooms

that suddenly will not communicate
with one another

my life – a clock
once wound
by a deskmate

my life – a train which crawls along,
no turning back,
on the same old rail …

my life – a bridegroom’s suit,
torn in the waiting rooms

………………………………………………..
my life – an unending attempt
to retrieve
what I have never possessed

this paralysing
taste
of ashes – my life

 Image result for train clock painting
 Stormy Night at the Train Station -- Jeff Rowland


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