{"id":19925,"date":"2022-12-22T22:52:46","date_gmt":"2022-12-22T19:52:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19925"},"modified":"2022-12-22T22:52:46","modified_gmt":"2022-12-22T19:52:46","slug":"literadura-nr-26-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19925","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 26 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Aura CREI\u021aARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

PENDUL\u0102RI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timpul leag\u0103n\u0103 ve\u0219nicie,
\nodihnindu-se pe bra\u021bul
\npendulului suspendat de un cer
\nM\u0103 \u00eendoiesc c\u0103 voi \u00een\u021belege
\nspusele clipelor cu voci de eter…<\/p>\n

Fiecare bruiaj efemer din neant
\nacoper\u0103 cifrul celuilalt c
\ncu perfora\u021bii \u0219i urme de zbor
\nale viselor arse iubiri – de sori…<\/p>\n

Pres\u0103rat de stele aparent c\u0103z\u0103toare,
\nconvinse pe bolt\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2ndva –
\nmai conteaz\u0103 din care cer sunt desprinse…?<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 m\u0103 mai \u00eentreb:
\ndac\u0103 leag\u0103nul celuilalt cer exist\u0103…
\ndac\u0103 iubirea ce m\u0103 deprinde cu el \u2013 e la fel…?<\/p>\n

Clipele petrec leg\u0103nate ve\u0219nic
\n\u00een candelabrul suspendat de un Cer<\/p>\n


\nGEMENII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Locuiesc \u00een timpul liber la visare,
\nel m\u0103 vede abstrac\u021biune –
\nve\u0219nicie de lut \u00eenviat
\nz\u00e2mbe\u0219te<\/p>\n

Eu nu-l pot identifica \u0219i nici crede
\n\u00eei pot l\u0103sa amprenta fiin\u021b\u0103rii:
\npatru dimensiuni
\ntrei aripi pereche:
\nfoc plus ap\u0103 egal aer –
\nomul amfibie din proiect
\ntraverseaz\u0103 inelele z\u0103rilor<\/p>\n

Timpul surorii mele – \u00eenger
\n\u00eengem\u0103nate c\u00e2ndva \u00een p\u00e2ntec matern
\n\u00eemi propune s\u0103 renun\u021b la carne \u0219i oase
\nlumina transpare destul
\ncalea se dep\u0103rteaz\u0103 spre azimut<\/p>\n

Simultan gemenii lui Einstein
\npotrivesc secundele ceasornicelor
\nreinventeaz\u0103 vorbirea \u00eentre \u00eengeri \u0219i p\u0103s\u0103ri
\nimanen\u021ba sur\u00e2sului Giocondei<\/p>\n

Doar unul afl\u0103 secretul
\nascensorului cu aripi
\ns\u0103 verifice postulatul nemuririi
\ndar, nu<\/p>\n

Numai sora mea-\u00eenger nu va \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\nlacrima dorului r\u0103m\u00e2ne imatur\u0103
\nse bucur\u0103 de dreptul la eternitate…<\/p>\n


\nACORDURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un flaut fermecat m\u0103 treze\u0219te
\ntrecutul n\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te aproape \u2013
\nstare infuzat\u0103
\nparfumul de demult m\u0103 respir\u0103<\/p>\n

Linie melodic\u0103 inund\u0103 portativul vremii
\nprimilor licorni \u2013 c\u0103ut\u0103tori de
\nneaflat\u0103 iubire… iluzii pierdute<\/p>\n

Cai alearg\u0103 prin anotimpuri
\nEram licorn\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 prin h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul verde
\nArtemis nu-mi aflase g\u00e2ndul-chemare…<\/p>\n

Acorduri despre fuga de necunoscut
\nAcorduri cu neputin\u021bele \u0219i suferin\u021bele iubirii
\nAcorduri cu via\u021ba \u00een turnul de filde\u0219
\nde vorb\u0103 cu personaje fidele…
\nO carte cu dedica\u021bie
\nO vioar\u0103 Amatti dezacordat\u0103
\nla o lacrim\u0103 distan\u021b\u0103 prelins\u0103
\nscrisoarea neterminat\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu…
\nsuntem mereu compatibili sau nu
\ncu timpul viu ce ni se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nconecta\u021bi prin iscoada min\u021bii-n trecutul viitor
\nconfiscat\u0103 sunt de ecoul translucid c\u0103l\u0103tor.<\/p>\n


\nAnda Mihaela MIROIU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Locuiesc \u00eentr-o metafor\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

d\u0103-mi dezlegare la sunet
\n\u0219i incandescent
\nconjug poezia la supratimp<\/p>\n

profil estetic.<\/p>\n

jubil\u00e2nd
\ncuv\u00e2ntul rupt de trup
\nse ridic\u0103
\n\u00een arta verbului \u201ea fi\u201d
\nculoare<\/p>\n

\u00eentre culoare
\n\u0219i gravita\u021bia unui cuv\u00e2nt
\nun \u0219evalet
\nun penel
\n\u0219i tu
\njurnal de lumin\u0103
\n\u00een inima mea cardinal<\/p>\n

anotimp poem
\nla Pa\u0219tele Cailor
\nf\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cerul<\/p>\n

l\u0103untric
\ncre\u0219tea visare secunda
\n\u00een abstract
\ndin sonoritatea
\nlui niciodat\u0103.
\nah, ce pudoare!<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103
\nla \u00eenceput a fost
\nfiin\u021ba
\ncuv\u00e2ntul
\nurc\u0103 pe simezele poeziei
\nart\u0103
\ncu dezlegare la lumin\u0103
\n\u201e\u0219i timpul picteaz\u0103\u201d<\/p>\n

cet\u0103\u021bi de g\u00e2nduri
\n\u00eentr-o inim\u0103
\npas\u0103re spin
\nspune-mi…
\nce sunet i-ar des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219i culoarea
\nlipsit\u0103 de lumin\u0103?<\/p>\n

roib \u00een manej
\npoezia
\nse scrie peste m\u00e2na mea
\nfantezie voltij\u0103
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 de mine
\ncon\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


\nCertitudini murale<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca dintr-un tablou votiv
\nsc\u00e2ntei din lutul t\u0103u
\ntresar mural
\npoate de aceea
\ngrefat de lumin\u0103
\nsupradimensionezi
\no migren\u0103 \u0219i dou\u0103 singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi
\ndimpreun\u0103<\/p>\n

nu vezi
\nnu auzi
\ndar nici nu apui
\n\u0219i-acum
\ne\u0219ti tu cel care mir\u0103<\/p>\n


\nDan \u0218ALAPA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Marea fugit\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca \u0219i cum apa era fantom\u0103,
\nMarea disp\u0103ruse sub aerul sec,
\nNisipul se sfia de at\u00e2ta goliciune,
\nVertebre de cor\u0103bii scufundate c\u00e2ndva,
\nSc\u00e2nceau implor\u00e2nd \u00eenecul,
\nMarea nu-\u0219i mai amintea valurile,
\nValurile se topiser\u0103 \u00een linia orizontului,
\nOrizontul plecase s\u0103-\u0219i cumpere medicamente,
\nIar marinarii desf\u0103ceau nodurile par\u00e2melor,
\nPorturile l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-le-n deriv\u0103,
\nPe cer, r\u0103s\u0103reau dou\u0103 luni,
\nUna de argint, bine cunoscut\u0103,
\nCealalt\u0103 de ap\u0103, apa fugit\u0103 dintre \u021b\u0103rmuri\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPodul cu mere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uita\u021bi-v\u0103 cum tata urc\u0103
\nPe scara cu trepte de aer,
\nPe singura scar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 ocol
\n\u0218i f\u0103r\u0103 drept de retur,
\nE cerul un pic mai bogat,
\nIar eu de ni\u0219te lacrimi mai s\u0103rac,
\nPrivi\u021bi, tata urc\u0103 gr\u0103bit,
\nParc\u0103 se rostogolesc mere din pod,
\nMerele copil\u0103riei, p\u0103strate \u00een f\u00e2n
\nPentru iarna care vine z\u00e2mbind,
\nMereu ca o sanie plin\u0103 de chiote,
\nTata nu mai prive\u0219te \u00een urm\u0103,
\nUrc\u0103 spre podul plin de mere,
\nM\u0103 las\u0103 doar s\u0103-l strig, prin somn,
\nSunt tot mai alb, tot mai pu\u021bin copil,
\n\u0218i tot mai orfan, ca un ram
\nC\u0103ruia i-a plecat trunchiul,
\nDup\u0103 merele r\u0103bd\u0103toare din pod\u2026<\/p>\n


\nNucul acesta<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nucul acesta
\n\u00ce\u0219i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie umbra
\nGhemuit\u0103 ca o panter\u0103
\nDresat\u0103 vis\u00e2nd
\n\u00cemperecherea cu crava\u0219a
\nT\u00e2n\u0103rului proprietar al circului,
\nSoarele d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale, s-o scoat\u0103,
\nPervers, la un cadril,
\nApoi s-o \u00eenlocuiasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 ard\u0103 nucul,
\nUmbra \u0219i pantera s\u0103 nu mai fie,
\nNucul s\u0103 dispar\u0103, c\u0103ldura,
\nC\u0103ldura s\u0103 domine, regal\u0103, etern\u0103,
\nNucul, nucul cu umbra lui s\u0103 piar\u0103,
\nDogoarea s\u0103 cotropeasc\u0103,
\n\u201eEu, Soarele!\u201d, s\u0103 strige.<\/p>\n

Umbra,
\nDa, umbra \u0219i pantera,
\nCrava\u0219a \u0219i dresorul, \u0219i iubirea,
\n\u0218i nucul, nucul care dormiteaz\u0103
\nCa un proprietar de cupol\u0103,
\nCa un rege cu regat peste tot,
\nRisipind respira\u021bii \u0219i idei cu miez
\nDe umbr\u0103, de pantere fl\u0103m\u00e2nde<\/p>\n


\nVictoria Maria PRIPON<\/strong>
\n\"\"

R\u0103t\u0103cire<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntece ale libert\u0103\u021bii r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een abis
\n\u0218i aripile monstrului creeaz\u0103 un sunet
\nCare ne distruge fericirea.<\/p>\n

Triste\u021bea umple p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\n\u0218i toat\u0103 lumea pl\u00e2nge
\nPentru oamenii care au plecat
\n\u00cen b\u0103t\u0103lia nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103.<\/p>\n

La revedere, prieten vechi!
\nNe va fi dor de tine,
\n\u00centr-o zi \u2013 poate \u2013
\n\u0218i ne vom aminti de tine mereu,
\nCel mai probabil.<\/p>\n

Lips\u0103 de idei? Ia leacul acesta,
\nNe informeaz\u0103.
\nTr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een ochiul furtunii,
\nNe informeaz\u0103.
\nArunc\u0103-te \u00een fotografie \u0219i \u00eenvinge moartea,
\nNe informeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 cum a fost promis odat\u0103,
\nAcesta nu va fi un r\u0103mas-bun trist,
\nSimplu, banal,
\nDar e finalul,
\nNe vom \u00eent\u00e2lni din nou, probabil
\n\u00centr-un alt context,
\nPleac\u0103 pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n


\nDoar A\u00e9gis<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u0103m r\u0103zbunare
\nPe care sper\u0103m
\nS\u0103 o g\u0103sim
\nC\u00e2t de cur\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n

Existen\u021ba provizorie
\nProvine de la to\u021bi
\nCei care au avut curajul
\nS\u0103 recunoasc\u0103:
\nDa, cunoa\u0219tem
\n\u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile recente
\n\u0218i \u0219tim cum s\u0103 ac\u021bion\u0103m
\n\u00cempotriva r\u0103ului\u2026<\/p>\n

R\u0103spunsul, \u00een schimb,
\nEste mai pu\u021bin ame\u021bitor
\nDec\u00e2t credem,
\nFiind mai degrab\u0103
\nAmenin\u021b\u0103tor,
\nRezolv\u00e2nd astfel
\nDoar o parte
\nDin problemele curente\u2026<\/p>\n

Lini\u0219te! Avem nevoie de lini\u0219te!
\nSe aude ploaia asurzitoare
\nCare bate \u00een geam precum
\nCeasul care transforma
\nLumina \u00een \u00eentuneric,
\nVia\u021ba \u00een moarte\u2026<\/p>\n


\nVanitas,
\nVanitate<\/strong><\/p>\n

D\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cerul
\n\u0218i apoi s\u0103 cazi departe de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cen vanitate.<\/p>\n

Vino, \u00eentoarce-te la elementele fundamentale
\nPentru a sfida ce a fost spus odat\u0103,
\nDistruge funda\u021bia minciunilor,
\nA vanit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Acolo, pentru tine
\nSt\u0103 \u00een melancolie eufonia ei,
\nAcolo a murit acum mult timp adev\u0103rul
\nC\u0103ut\u00e2nd vanitatea.<\/p>\n

Arat\u0103 ce a fost real c\u00e2ndva,
\nCheam\u0103, afl\u0103 pentru cine clopotele bat
\n\u00cen momentele cele mai \u00eentunecate,
\nVanitatea ta.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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