Poems from "ROOTS IN THE STONE"
NARO
I come from the river Naro
The tribe of Narensii
We have been here longer
Than even science is aware
I will never return to the river Naro
My beloved is from the
In the river Naro
Barefoot girls do not wash clothes
Beardless boys do not row in canoes
My Naro has been intersected
I will never return to the river Naro
Her name has been changed
From the river Naro cold fogs are misting
Both she and I were tricked
The waters of the river Naro are flowing through my veins
Her amazingly green waters
My Naro has been intersected
Never mind – her waters I hope
They are never made turbid
I am from the river Naro
And she is a part of me
I will never return
Because my beloved is from the
She and I have been there from time immemorial
They never asked me
For my name
They wanted my identity card
Or its number
I did not have one
I said Stone
They laughed
Asked me where I was from
From the stone - I said
They asked for my age
Twenty pebbles – I answered
And showed them gray spotted pebbles
They are opening their hearts to me
I am closing the doorway
On the invisible wall
Which divides us
And I am going away
The mountain burst
As far as the eys can see
There are no roads
And roadmen with shovels
Travel to neighbouring Mars
The mountain burst
So that the gorgeous emptiness
Deceitfully and maliciously laughsAt tourists
All of them are smiling at her
And I am crying
For Mlaka's murmurs
Because I am taken by surprise
The sky on me
And the stone under me
In the nose the scent of a morning covered with snow
Smile of dew on the lips
I am looking at the Sun’s back of the head
I don’t know where to go
Wherever I move
Only the middle is left for me
A snake on the left side
A stone on the right side
A stone on the left side
A stone in the front
The Sun at the front
And all around like that
Through my childhood
And existence
Till decay
TWILIGHT
The fiery sky is drowning in the Wes
The twilight glides down the church tower
Waters dead and turbid
In the distance you can discern
Stretched
Grey
Mountaintops
Through a foggy veil
Leave me alone on the road leading nowhere
They start pointing fingers at my back
In its own reflection on my trembling palm
Above a turbid river
The eternal dream sneaking in my veiled eyes
While silence is slowly spinning textile fibers
Leave me alone on the road to Never land
Leave me alone on the this road
While a wondering star is drowning in them
And only silence passing by
And only emptiness proceeding on the way
As a sign of protest
Leave me alone on this road
WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW
Today I am the one conflicting in me
I from the past
I from the present
Wars are springing like mushrooms
Necks are broken
I from the past, am bleeding
I from the present, am bleeding
I from the future, am bleeding
In me today
Today in me
Cannons are roaring
Like the insides of a mountain
While earthquakes are going on
Sites of fire are burning after battles
And in me
I from the past
I from the present
I from the future
Winners leave and pass by with laurels
I with a curse
Who will bury me tomorrow?
THE END
Finally I comprehended the lesson
All these years were killing me
The years brutally crushed
The soul will fall apart
And the heart will crack like thirsty ground
If this is the gift of heaven
THIS IS THE MOMENT
Tatjani M.
This is the moment when all could have occurred
The sea could have glistened in your eyes
You could have demolished golden rocks with your look
Or become a lady of the coastal land
Or a lady of the open sea
This is the moment when on X axis
When flaming passions are being restrained and silenced
When it is possible to fly and fall
This is the moment when we all remain executioners
This moment has been stopped for a reason
The moment when all could have occurred
All remained only passing by
THE END
Finally I comprehended the lesson
All these years were killing me
The years brutally crushed
The soul will fall apart
And the heart will crack like thirsty ground
If this is the gift of heaven
I will leave And have no wish to come back I am not afraid of despair Invent joy I will stop in front of a broken shop window Pick up the pieces and leave I will take away my own feverishness I will not provoke destiny I will leave While old age is not here yet by surprise I have nothing to look for here any more I will leave I will leave Before I remain as a wax figure In some blue corner I will leave somewhat wiser
Why deceive mornings
And fuel illusions
Nor deepen a gap
Between the past and present
While there is still time
I have nothing to give to anyone here any more
While years exist on the horizon
The years that offer a small hope