ON THE DEATH OF A DAY-OLD CHILD All dead, day old children will welcome you. The wind will sing my lullabies to you, when the sun falls where

  What’s Done Is Done   What’s done is done. The unpredictable occurred: The coronavirus. It’s a storm that could last quite long, breaking the bloom of branches

MY LUCKY ENCOUNTER I had a lucky encounter with the swans that marked my whole life, a miraculous moment between the lake and the forest. They invented stillness.

17th April is International Haiku Poetry Day The leaf of a rose returning to its long stem, purple butterfly. Moritake *** Smell of plum blossom— suddenly the sun

In memoriam the great Polish poet, Adam Zagajewski “Poetry only has an extra value, when human life is in danger” Adam Zagajewski I must not live in a

Residue Short or long life everything what we live is reduced to a gray residue in our memory. From the old journeys remain the enigmatic coins pretending false

Warmth Memory freezes between my fingers, my eyes unwinking stare, while the birds migrate to warmer places in despair. The victory of winds it is, not of the

Poem for the World Poetry Day Writing Poetry Making audible the inaudible lifting lost words from the dungeon of Time, penetrating into the deepest of being. Germain Droogenbroodt

  WINGED BONDAGE Freedom flies away On autumn wings— Beyond the horizon, Far away to the south . . . The mountain range Weighs heavily on my eyes.

      Painting by Adina Romanescu   And If Love Were Right? . . .     Love, love, love! Always love! Everyone seeks it from the first sigh.