{"id":10670,"date":"2015-04-29T21:48:03","date_gmt":"2015-04-29T19:48:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10670"},"modified":"2015-05-29T21:51:36","modified_gmt":"2015-05-29T19:51:36","slug":"poems-by-lana-bella","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10670","title":{"rendered":"poems by Lana Bella"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Love as it always was<\/strong><br \/>\nHe hears my words in a dream.<br \/>\nDistantly.<br \/>\nFree of<br \/>\nrigid lines,<br \/>\nunraveled from ill-defined knots.\u00a0<!--more-->And\u00a0stirring like dirt in the\u00a0rustle of gold foil.<br \/>\nStoking\u00a0my ghosts from the whispering air<br \/>\ninto\u00a0flames,<br \/>\nhe catches in vain the rising steam<br \/>\namidst the charged fire.<br \/>\nLike a possession.<br \/>\nEmbers in waiting.<br \/>\nBut like love,<br \/>\ntime and again,<br \/>\nthey\u00a0burn in shadow and<br \/>\nsmolder without noise.<br \/>\nHe\u00a0needs to gather my molecules<br \/>\nand culled in a lidded vault.<br \/>\nTo stow on a shelf.<br \/>\nWhen\u00a0I just<br \/>\nneed to see him just as he is,<br \/>\nno more than he\u00a0used<br \/>\nto be.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Universal Carving<\/strong><br \/>\nThe midnight train departed from Hampton Court<br \/>\nstation. He went on murmuring through the signaled<br \/>\nhorns. Held between a light-struck hooves of the air<br \/>\nand shadowed carriage. And half-devoured under an<br \/>\nEnglish blasting rain. &#8220;It&#8217;s quite docile actually for this<br \/>\ntime of year, darling&#8221;, he said. I&#8217;d always known he<br \/>\nliked the soggy cold, for his eyes were stained deep<br \/>\nof teal-slate orbs. I snuck a glance towards the beyond<br \/>\nsky. An infinite dark, peppered with hurrying trees and<br \/>\nspray. At the sheer edge of horizon, the armored jaw of<br \/>\nthe wind was lopping off the moon about its neck with a<br \/>\nfine cutlass, draining nearly the ashy gold. While the torrent<br \/>\nswept wide its watery bone, plunging down the metal roof<br \/>\nthen gutting through the graveled earth. A liquid violence.<br \/>\nYet, nothing more than a mutual universal carving. Where<br \/>\nthe depths of chaos pillaged outside and soaring notes of<br \/>\npassion caressed within. And never was there a more curious<br \/>\nstate than being caved inside an intimate skin of a lover and<br \/>\nthat of the cleaving pulses of the rain.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Black Time and Blank Space<\/strong><br \/>\nThe weeping willow hangs with tumbling hair, above<br \/>\nme. Trembling its foliage green on my bony shoulders,<br \/>\nand calling out my name. Over and over. Spittle sows<br \/>\nupon dew-filled grass. Cascading beneath the blades&#8217;<br \/>\njagged points. And trickling down to where my body<br \/>\nlays dying. Words scrape the flecks of gold from my<br \/>\nskin, veiling me behind a curtain of traversing ghosts.<br \/>\nBetween clarity and suspense. Now I long to stretch<br \/>\nthe motionless fingertips towards the sun, finding my<br \/>\nway across to the bed of clouds, pulling apart its butter-<br \/>\nmilk sky. But it is someone else&#8217;s sunrise, for my stay<br \/>\nthere is sped through a tunneled wind&#8217;s breath. In a<br \/>\nshaft of black time and blank space.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love as it always was He hears my words in a dream. Distantly. 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