two colors

red and blue of love and hate
like rage and peace
sit at antithetic poles
of a wheel that broke the order
newton has assigned one day

even heartS are dual colored
As the flow must surely go
from the young blue blood  to the red
that has collected memories
from where it travels for the time that we are living

and though all this time the fleeing
thoughts of feelings go from highs to lows
and swinging, all the landscapes learned the singing
from the muds the water's rinsing
and repeating all the same emotions

Poisons; Marin Sorescu

Grass, mountains, waters, and sky

Have entered my bloodstream

And I am waiting for them

To take effect.

I feel i am starting

To turn green because of the grass.

That I’ve grown full of chasms

and I breath mists

because of the mountains.

With my feet I am rounding the edges of stones

When I walk on the road

And they ask me about the sea

Because of the waters

I feel that I’m turning

Seemingly blue, and unbounded

And that stars are sprinkling on my eyes

And the tips of my fingers.

wings

ready to grow, ready to fly ,
ready to become
who you want to be?
ready or not, give
receive; grace
and take flight