{"id":25644,"date":"2026-06-28T23:19:13","date_gmt":"2026-06-28T20:19:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25644"},"modified":"2026-06-28T23:21:21","modified_gmt":"2026-06-28T20:21:21","slug":"literadura-nr-39-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25644","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 39 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Angela BACIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

i-am scris
\nlui Brauner un poem<\/strong>
\nm\u0103 a\u0219tepta la u\u0219\u0103
\ncu umbrela deschis\u0103
\n\u0219i un \u0219urub
\n\u00eenfipt
\n\u00een t\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nz\u00e2mbea u\u0219or
\no cucuvea-\u0219i
\nf\u0103cea de cap
\nnu aveam unde
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 a\u0219ez
\nMaestrul
\ndoarme \u00een picioare
\nnu sunt nici scaune
\n\u0219i nici mese
\nnici m\u0103car un pat
\ndoar acvariul
\ncu pe\u0219ti mor\u021bi
\nse uit\u0103 lung la el
\n\u00een timp ce-\u0219i num\u0103r\u0103 atent
\ndegetele
\nde la m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103<\/p>\n

cu scaunul pe cap<\/strong>
\n\u0219i ochiul drept
\ncurg\u00e2nd pe caldar\u00e2m
\nst\u0103 Brauner
\ncu fa\u021ba
\nla perete
\n[\u00een gara N.
\nsinuciga\u0219ul
\n\u00ee\u0219i trage trenul peste el
\nca o p\u0103tur\u0103
\nc\u0103lduroas\u0103]<\/p>\n

\u00een urechea dreapt\u0103<\/strong>
\nun ciocan ruginit
\ndeasupra capului
\numbrela de ploaie
\nceva nedeslu\u0219it
\n\u00een cre\u0219tet
\npictopoetul
\n\u00een mii de buc\u0103\u021bi<\/p>\n

rana din ochi<\/strong>
\nse mut\u0103
\nde la dreapta la st\u00e2nga
\ndoar \u00een timpul
\n\u0219edin\u021belor de spiritism
\nochiul s\u0103u
\nrevine acas\u0103
\nse a\u0219az\u0103 la mas\u0103
\nscrie necrologul
\n\u00een Cimitirul Montmartre
\nplou\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een burta rechinului<\/strong>
\nstau la r\u00e2nd
\ncalul alb
\nun \u0219arpe invizibil
\ncerul ro\u0219u d\u0103 semne
\nde ner\u0103bdare
\nc\u0103l\u0103re\u021bul nu a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nsemnalul
\npe calul lui
\ntriste\u021bea o ia
\n\u00een galop<\/p>\n

ochii mei pe mortul \u00eentins<\/strong>
\nce isprav\u0103!
\npe calea ferat\u0103
\nera la apus
\nun ochi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\naltul \u00een spate
\ndin ce unghi
\ns\u0103-l privesc
\n\u201enu te teme\u201c, zice
\nochii au r\u0103mas deschi\u0219i
\no foarfec\u0103 din
\n\u00eenaltul cerului
\ntaie
\nfulgerul \u00een dou\u0103:
\n lipe\u0219te o bucat\u0103
\n pe zid
\n \u0219i pe cealalt\u0103<\/p>\n

(Volumul I-am scris lui Brauner<\/em> un poem<\/em> Ed. Cartea Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103, 2025)<\/p>\n


\nCorina DA\u0218OVEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

poveste cu iarn\u0103 \u0219i multe alte fericiri<\/strong><\/p>\n

(unii sunt,
\nal\u021bii pot \u00eencerca) <\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd vii,
\nia ni\u0219te fericire la autostop de pe drum,
\nzilele astea e \u00eemp\u00e2nzit p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ncu inten\u021bii. <\/p>\n

\u0219tii? nu am g\u0103sit brad anul \u0103sta,
\nmi s-au p\u0103rut to\u021bi tri\u0219ti.
\nam stabilit cu aerul din cas\u0103
\ns\u0103 ne prefacem c\u0103 avem unul,
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 absen\u021ba mirosului de cr\u0103ciun. <\/p>\n

ceasul mi-a promis c\u0103 va \u00eenlocui
\nunul dintre minutele lui
\ncu o minune,
\niar eu b\u0103nuiesc c\u0103 voi primi un \u00eenger.
\nam deschis ferestrele pentru el,
\nvine cu o sanie c\u0103reia i-a dat
\naripile lui.<\/p>\n

ai g\u0103sit fericire?
\n\u00eemi trebuie una care s\u0103 ard\u0103,
\no voi \u00eenh\u0103ma la sanie,
\nvoi pleca,
\ntrebuie s\u0103 ajung \u00een orion,
\nam v\u0103zut acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 rai,
\nun brad. <\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd vii,
\ndac\u0103 am adormit cu frigul deschis,
\npune-mi \u00eencet fericirea l\u00e2ng\u0103 t\u00e2mpl\u0103
\n\u0219i \u021bine-m\u0103 str\u0103lucind
\n\u00eentre ramuri. <\/p>\n

poem prelung<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu am \u00eendreptat niciun p\u0103cat
\n\u00eentre timp. <\/p>\n

duhurile sunt \u0219i ele acelea\u0219i,
\nne mai \u00eencurc\u0103m prin cas\u0103…
\nuneori
\nchiar \u00eemi iau la purtare g\u00e2ndurile
\np\u00e2n\u0103 li se r\u0103re\u0219te p\u00e2nza.
\nsunt, ca de obicei,
\ninstabile \u0219i dependente
\nde singur\u0103tate.<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc s\u0103 le conving
\nc\u0103 a fi pierdut
\nde tine prin cas\u0103
\ne un fel de tabiet modern al milei.
\nca s\u0103 nu plece,
\nle las s\u0103-mi fure iarna din balcon
\n\u0219i s\u0103 o sature de depresie. <\/p>\n

acum patru minute
\neram prin buc\u0103t\u0103rie, t\u0103iam ni\u0219te \u0219anse,
\n\u00eemi d\u0103dusem jos inima, s\u0103 nu observe. <\/p>\n

ele, \u0219ansele,
\nau ie\u0219it din substan\u021ba gresiei,
\nmi-au \u00eencol\u0103cit gleznele
\nca un instinct de ap\u0103rare.
\nau iscat un p\u0103trat pustiu
\n\u00een care s\u0103-mi retrag
\ntandrele unelte
\nale ne\u00eent\u00e2mplatului. <\/p>\n

\u0219tii unde am pus
\ncutia cu urgen\u021be abandonate?
\nparc\u0103 a\u0219 vrea un ceai. <\/p>\n

eu \u0219i tu
\naveam abonament la eroism, nu-i a\u0219a?
\nl-am pierdut. <\/p>\n

la dracu’!
\niubim.
\nnu ne-am \u00eendreptat niciun p\u0103cat
\n\u00eentre timp.<\/p>\n


\nMihaela Roxana BOBOC<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pastila de timp (IV)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ziua Culturii Na\u021bionale
\no str\u00e2ngere de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nbuchet de poezie
\n\u00eentr-un pahar cu vin
\nc\u0103r\u021bile se a\u0219az\u0103 r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd
\nla masa poetului
\nun loc gol
\nunde citim
\nprecum \u00een cer
\na\u0219a \u0219i pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n*
\nPreg\u0103tesc cu grij\u0103 ceaiul
\ntorn \u00een cea\u0219c\u0103
\ncititorul duce poezia la buze
\nadaug\u0103 miere
\nsau o bea pe sufletul gol
\ns\u0103 \u00eei simt\u0103 taninul.
\n *
\nAnul divizibil cu doi
\nun cal n\u0103r\u0103va\u0219
\n\u00een galop
\nzilele sunt secerate
\nuna c\u00e2te una
\nvia\u021ba poetului
\nun r\u0103va\u0219 f\u0103r\u0103 destinatar.
\n*
\n\u00cemi ascund trupul
\n\u00een bezna m\u00e2inilor tale
\nStop!
\nSufletul f\u0103cut ghem
\nse desface \u00een poveste.
\n*
\nPlou\u0103.
\nNici un fulg. Iarna adoarme
\n\u00een vis de copil.
\nStropii calc\u0103 \u00een picioare
\niubirea
\no promisiune pentru mai t\u00e2rziu.
\n*
\n\u00cemi trimi\u021bi poeme.
\nNu tresar. Citesc
\ncu g\u00e2ndul la propriul poem
\nr\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 respira\u021bie.
\nNoaptea trece greu
\norele mici sunt c\u0103l\u0103i
\nc\u00e2te un vers scap\u0103
\n\u0219i sare \u00een cafeaua
\nde diminea\u021b\u0103.
\n*
\n\u0218ine lungi.
\nOre scurte
\nunde doi poe\u021bi \u00eempart poezia
\nca pe o ciocolat\u0103
\ndulce-am\u0103ruie,
\nantidot pentru singur\u0103tate.
\n*
\n\u021ai-ai luat pastila,
\n\u00eentrebi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii
\nc\u0103 timpul nu vindec\u0103
\npun un plasture pe m\u00e2n\u0103
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd a\u0219 lipi
\nsufletul la loc.
\n*
\nC\u00e2te semne \u00eencap
\n\u00eentre cuvinte
\ncu spa\u021bii
\nf\u0103r\u0103 spa\u021bii
\nc\u0103l\u0103torim claustrofobi
\naproape ninge.
\n*
\nBun\u0103 diminea\u021ba
\nniciodat\u0103 noapte bun\u0103
\n\u00een p\u0103rul meu se \u00eencurc\u0103
\nm\u00e2inile Larisei
\nfr\u00e2nturi de poem
\nparfum de l\u0103cr\u0103mioare
\n\u0219i peste toate
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area care nu mai vine.
\n*
\nLansare de carte.
\nIpotetic
\no vioar\u0103
\npoate c\u00e2nta cele mai lungi poeme
\n\u00een cizmele copilului
\nz\u0103pada s-a topit
\n\u0219i aproape pl\u00e2nge.
\n*
\nScrie
\n\u0219i pentru mine
\nceva
\norice \u00eencape
\n\u00een doliul alb
\nal iernii.
\nP\u0103streaz\u0103 linia ochilor mei
\ns\u0103 nu te r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti!<\/p>\n


\nFlorina CARVACI<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u04d1bdarea ei nu avea margini…<\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u04d1tr\u00e2nul nev\u04d1z\u04d1tor
\n\u1e63i c\u00e2inele lui (mereu \u00een alert\u04d1),
\nvioara \u1e63i arcu\u1e63ul
\ntrec\u00e2nd peste strune,
\ncu precizia alb\u04d1 a obiectului de sus\u1e6dinere,
\nziua \u00een care func\u1e6dionara
\n\u00ee\u1e63i uitase z\u00e2mbetul la vestiar,
\n\u1e63i iar nu ai bani pentru dorin\u1e6dele tale,
\n\u1e63i iar manife\u1e63ti abunden\u1e6da
\n\u1e63i a\u1e63tep\u1e6di…<\/p>\n

*
\n\u1e62i povestea prins\u04d1 \u00een simeze,
\nartistul de 50 de ani,
\ncu baticul lui legat peste pletele c\u04d1runte,
\n\u1e63i muzica aceea a ramelor negre
\numpleau toate golurile imagina\u1e6diei,
\nla \u00eenceputul prim\u04d1verii
\ndin sud…<\/p>\n

*
\nDiminea\u1e6da c\u00e2nd soarele str\u04d1b\u04d1tea draperia
\n\u1e63i se oprea \u00eentr-un col\u1e6d al camerei
\ncreion\u00e2nd cercuri juc\u04d1u\u1e63e pe tavanul alb,
\n\u1e63i Fifi a\u1e63tepta ner\u04d1bd\u04d1tor
\n\u00eent\u00e2lnirea matinal\u04d1 cu prietenii lui,
\n\u1e63i scara blocului se \u00eentindea la infinit
\np\u00e2n\u04d1 \u00een apropierea zilei de m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

*
\nAnimalul de plu\u1e63, viu,
\npovestea nescris\u04d1 a copiilor t\u04d1i,
\namintind femeii, feti\u1e6dei,
\ncopilului t\u04d1u interior
\nc\u04d1 jocul nu mai e joc…<\/p>\n

*
\nIncertitudinile a\u1e63ezate
\n\u00een mijlocul privirii
\nca \u00eentr-un c\u00e2mp deschis,
\na\u1e63tept\u00e2nd semnalul de \u00eencepere sau oprire,
\nal marelui Parasimpatic.<\/p>\n

*
\nSe a\u1e63ezase l\u00e2ng\u04d1 marginea patului
\n\u1e63i \u00eentreba:
\n-Ce gar\u04d1 e aici?
\n\u00cen camera din care plecaser\u04d1 to\u1e6di
\ncei dragi,
\no prim\u04d1var\u04d1 nemai\u00eent\u00e2lnit\u04d1
\n\u00ee\u1e63i desf\u04d1\u1e63ura for\u1e6dele verzi
\n\u00een plin\u04d1 er\u04d1 a tehnologiei
\npentru a ne asigura
\nc\u04d1 aici nu este loc de
\nniciun r\u04d1zboi.<\/p>\n

\u1e62i ea r\u00e2dea.<\/p>\n

*
\nTrecuser\u04d1 deja trei zile.
\nZilele critice
\n\u1e63i minunea se ar\u04d1ta la orizont cu pa\u1e63i mici \u1e63i siguri.
\n A\u1e63tepta!<\/p>\n

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