Smile

Lorenz

A smile fits in a badly combed backpack

off to race the globe .

The inner Buddha pauses to meditate

on the peaceful shore of the lake .

       A smile .

smile in this unknown 

that illuminates melancholy .

going off the oblivion ...

Leaving behind the scent of a landscape

you couldn't  hold back ...

Intimate alchemy 

from the deepths of time .

A few flower petals courted by a bee...

       Mystery .

Lips of resilience 

 defying the lunar plains 

and those who canceal suffering ,

contemplative smile 

who do not curse ,

 accepting the verdict ,

    Silently...

Mouth with a frozen gaze,

   madona ,

to whom the master gives birth 

  for eternity ...

And all those rictus of aborted revolts !

 '' O lord ,forgive them ! 

they have lost the smile of happiness ! ''

     A smile is a few lines 

in a book that tells stories 

of gandhi or mandela ! 

 And you say to yourself : 

'' This time everything going to change ! ''

But everything goes back

to the way it was before .

 Return to the same laughter !

     Who will help us find 

our way back to beauty 

in the ethereal softness 

of a watercolor by Marie Laurencin ? 

  I'll go beyond the lake 

to run a world of smiles 

that are not just only sketches...

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2025 10:54
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  • sorenbarrett

    So true there is a regression to the mean. Smiles go back to nonsmiles. A lovely message about true change. Nicely said

    • Lorenz

      Smile is a complex and sometimes deceptive message !

    • Ellen Marsell

      The poem is rich in symbolism and carries many mesmerizing meanings and shades.
      It is an invitation to see the smile in all its manifestations: an act of survival, a trace of the past, a broken dream.
      Here, the smile is like a fragile thread, a glowing trace in the darkness—sometimes misused, sometimes forgotten, but never completely extinguished.

      • Lorenz

        The essence of the text perfectly summed up !



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