Clelia IFRIM

 

Sunflower

We comment upon of a sunflower head –

here and there the seeds are rare  

and just a white space  around them there is .

It's heard the laugh of child who crosses the way .

 

We comment  upon of a sunflower head –

Here is a margin. It's seen its mark.

We are bending to this place  

and the laugh of child passes through us .

 

We comment upon of a sunflower head –

here and there the place is white –

a laughing  child remains with us ,

with us to stay, with us to pass.

 

 

Threshold

Why do we leave our clime ?
This is the paradise of the earth .
I have yesterday begun it  
and it will tomorrow be the same .

The crickets stay with us by the stained glass window-
the floating is all sea planks
and the sunny moon comes  in our way anew.

We stand all gathered at the window -
the sand measure is taking off our hand  
and the dust from our soles  
is all sea foam.

 

The way of the earth-born ones  

Looking at the first rising star  
we forget about the fear for the mill.

Is curative its reel-rose?

Let's go beyond also this nail -

beyond its winter top.

From sleep to sleep we'll carry the evening  
that has begun in other place .
In our right side is summer time  
and in the left is time of winter -

did we not sprinkle earth behind us  
when we left home ?

 

Evanescence  

 

The knot from the axel tree of the world  
scanned until it becomes a thousand of lakes -
smooth leaves they are all.

Somebody goes in the wood with a thousand of lakes  
and he washes his face  
in their thousand of mirrors

From the manuscript  „World of home”