Luca Menin


My Eyes Whisper... - Poem by Luca Menin

My eyes whisper lies,
hoodwinked passing.
Comfortable blue chair, bones share in & out.
Blowing faces flee the trees.

You never knew, how to wear their shoes.
Cruel day of raining steps on the melting window
Reflect my ghost,
like a filming pellicle ACTION...

Leaving station, by the host, home of some famous name
I toward east -Transylvanian seasons.
Like vampires mallards emigrate
Lost direction carry by the cloud on the fast sky.

Little child, little child of mine, his face hides.
Between the comfortable laps,
The child cry tears of wet car fur.
On silver stones.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014


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