LILIANA NEGOI // clichés
there’s nothing new in my palm –
nothing that stars
haven’t seen or been so far.
just the same old smile that god
hanged in the corner of his mouth
whenever man entrusted his throes to smoke,
turning one day into sand,
the next day into salt,
depending on some divine whim
twisting and twirling
on the edge of frankincense burning
in an overrated milky grail.
blasphemous I am, I know…
but I can’t help it.
(not that I wish I could…)
I’m posing blasé, dear reader,
because I know that
the temporal dimensions were
invented by human beings,
who, unable to comprehend the fact
that nothing is lost,
one day applied
the “was-is-will be” domino.
and from that moment forth
bones began to break painfully.
so, you see, there is no reason
to worry about
the evanescent nature of things,
since from the dust of today’s oblivion
tomorrow's star is already born.
Liliana Negoi is a 34 years old Romanian translator who believes that poems are independent entities living their life somewhere in between the poet’s quill and the reader’s eye. She started writing at 18 and continued to do that ever since, and currently is the author of three volumes of poetry: Sands and shadows, Footsteps on sand – tanka collection, and The hidden well.