If a haiku is a draft and it is made
of several strokes, why shouldn’t its comment also be something similar? The poem below:
among
the ruins –
the
sunset’s shadows
restless
(Grigore
Chitul)
may surprise in
the revealing moment of the
twilight when everyone can experience the fickleness of the
shadows that change apparently too quickly its length
and angles. And,
suddenly, for the ruins, just
like for the sunset, the past suddenly
acquires not only unexpected dimensions but also mobility. Recording the time as sudden restlessness of history has to it a savory
playful charm.
big
snowflakes falling –
in-between
the pencil and the paper
not
one single letter
(Ana Urma)
Contemplation is almost always
a concern that removes
you from what you should do,
that makes you forget what you had planned. But,
we must admit, when we look at the
snow falling, we are above the letter that we rightfully neglect.
alone
at the window -
the
stormy sea
for
the last two days
(Dan
Norea)
The
ambiguity of a phrase
is sufficient for the reader’s subjective temptations to be
discouraged. The glass, transparent, causes the sense to
become one goal. Whirling and loneliness are on the
one and the other side of the
glass. They merge and reinforce one another.
(Comments by Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)
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