I was born in the desire of a false summer.
Child of silence conceived
before the harvest
which was just this look
meeting only eyes
that could not see ...
Did I have a name
or was I just what people think ?
Dear mother ,your arm was too heavy
with passing lovers, to carry me ...
You wore this distinguished boredom
of those princesses who read novels...
But I felt comfortable in the closet
with its sweet dust secrets and ball dresses,
I was often visited by benevolent spirits...
I've learned the declensions of grown-up language
and understood the legends that put children to sleep.
Do you know gentle readers ?
Storks come in winter
and leave nothing under the fir tree ,
or only a fire water drop
which burns the heart ...
Maybe one day I'll become a father
I'd have a daughter as happy as a lark !
And light as a swallow !
That I'll never really know ...
She'll fly away so fast like in a novel ...
Who can give me the instructions use
on how to be a good daddy ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2024 06:25
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Comments3
Great write
Thank you tony !
You're welcome
So full of metaphor and great lines (I was born in the desire of a false summer.) The latterrefference of storks comming in winter fits (Child of silence so conceived ) another great line. Ending on a desire to be a good daddy. Well writen
Aren't storks just chimeras ?
Never thought of it that way
Deep imagery. Beautiful work!
Ha ! ha ! Powerful work !
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