My today's land

Lorenz

Today there's a sun of rain 

that shivers over the long silence

of grays rooftops .

September holds out its hand for alms.

But summer too hurried,passes by ...

My land ,tormented identity 

in so few seasons ,

and a pinch of mist ,

 painting  a sea ...

 A few suitable shores ,

disguised as bizarre dunes,

The south wind wanders 

and seems lost ...

 Flemishe pastiche 

under primitive style .

 Carnival,far beyond Amsterdam ,

Fair where dwarfs and giants ,feast,

without listening the angry call 

of the bell tower ! 

'' By Jove ! offer a mountain 

to the poor sailor drunk 

on evil juniper weed !  ''

My hearth never knows 

where it ends ...

 Perhaps,in this tale 

here below ,

 where beats my heart ?

The north wind ,seeks hair 

to tease and untie ,

  but in vain, there are no forests .

just a plain to complain about ...

It puts waves yearnings 

and vague feelings in my soul...

 Today,I was searching for the scent

of an ancient summer love .

 In the humid heat of Goa beach ?

Or when a poet wrote an ode 

to the white lady,roaming 

 in the sands of Ostia ?

  captive of boundless night birds ...

when tomorrow falls asleep 

to the reveries of my teddy's land ...

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2025 10:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Priya Tomar

    Wonderful !
    opening imagery ...outstanding..
    Impermanence, transformation and longing , ...all in one !

    • Lorenz

      The poetry of a land of mist and rain !

      • Priya Tomar

        I borrowed " ! " from you . Lovely sign .😃

        • Lorenz

          Feel free to borrow !

        • sorenbarrett

          Memories of a place once familiar. Nicely worded with some great lines and metaphor. Most lovely

          • sorenbarrett

            All is relative

            • Lorenz

              These montonous shores where even boredom is inspiring ...

            • Ellen Marsell

              A curious blend of northern melancholy and southern ecstasy - a yearning for a summer that slips away, and a search for the scent of that one summer, the one that once was, but will never return. Beautifully written!

              • Lorenz

                I believe in the eternal season of return ! A scent,a song ,a breath or a bruise ...



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