Voices in the silence

Rosa Scotia

 

Thanks to all the friendly people that will favour my picture.

 

"In the season

of the bright yellow ginkgo

you left

against the backdrop of a sky

gray and cold

There were no words

and there is no other life

The hearth is now extinguished

the old house ruined

the vineyard abandoned

I am as usual far away

can only touch with thought

the ancient stones

With the ladle I collect

and pour the icy copper water

in this unquenchable thirst

I retrace the used roads

the silent rooms

the dusty sickle and spade

lonely in the corner

The past is irretrievable

and the present surprises us

always unprepared

I make plans for the future

like a cunning general

I put my thoughts in advance

on hypothetical battlefields

But tomorrow is changing

there is no certainty for us"

 

© Eli Medier

 

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