Daniel Ionita Poems
|2.||Black Butterfly Wings||5/26/2014|
|3.||I Might Be Slow (But Well Worth Waiting For...)||5/26/2014|
|4.||The Earth Is The Lord's||5/26/2014|
|5.||Devoid Of Words||5/26/2014|
|6.||Walking On A Crystal Leaf||5/26/2014|
|7.||I'M Mainly Like Myself||5/26/2014|
|12.||Hanging Between The Stars||12/7/2016|
|14.||Abide With Us||12/7/2016|
|15.||Let's Slay Santa Tonight!||12/7/2016|
|16.||A Passing Moment||5/26/2014|
|17.||I Throw Away The Seconds, The Hours, Weeks And Years||5/26/2014|
|21.||Like Lilies On The Grave||5/26/2014|
Comments about Daniel Ionita
Like with all of us,
I was portioned a few destinies,
crammed one into the other
according to some arcane
previously approved decisions.
These days I vaguely remember them.
In one of them
I was selling happiness to some tourists -
I was selling it as if it was some fairy-floss
from which they would take one bite,
and then throw it into the next rubbish bin.
In another one
I was some nocturnal clown
with long work experience
for the amusement of your body.
Then, from time to time
I would suddenly transform into a chubby Father ...
Last night before your door, out in the cold,
My soul ablaze with a chaotic passion
My eyesight I would happily have sold,
For one sweet Open Sesame to fashion.
But even if I’ve offered a whole realm
There was no magic word to conjure out,
And I kept quiet, not to underwhelm;
Afraid to blather humdrum, like some lout.