Camelia Radu Poet Free verse

Humanity Constellation

yesterday
I worked without being able to control myself
I thought I was a guy in a pot of clouds
coming out of one of the earth
frightened

at midnight the endless midnight and I stretched out my hands
to catch him
to run

I fell asleep tired
stolen into nothingness

almost morning
you opened my eyes to me in new burrows
your eyes dripped over my writing
mangoes and we smell the holiday smell
tens of shining stars

I, a restless animal, run away from home
I was picking on love
we sweeten your footsteps, the footsteps of humanity
caught from flight to flight

the wonder rolled through the reverberated circles
echoes where unseen

how many thousands of years in the unknown
how many days on earth
small and scared
will they fit into your arms?

suddenly
I was ashamed of my fear
I answered
I kept quiet and went on with my life
where I left her trapped

no, I'm not a child left, even if my heart
that's how it felt one day
I cried out in nothing and dozens of lights went on,
dozens of houses and = have opened the doors for me

I have a long journey to do
joining in a drawing
outlined from one to the other
our lives
in one

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Caren Krutsinger December 26, 2019 at 5:12 PM Gorgeously done. Your feelings are keenly calling to the reader, my friend. Camelia Radu December 27, 2019 at 9:42 AM thank you, Caren :)

Silent One December 26, 2019 at 4:15 PM very deep and personal poem.. you expressed it with great emotions... Camelia Radu December 27, 2019 at 9:41 AM well, Silent one, you talk to me, thank you I appreciate

J.R. Wren-Ingalls December 26, 2019 at 3:17 PM I really liked this poem! Love the interconnectivity that you bring to light. I felt like there is the bodily self, and then there was this moment of transcendental self on a search with questions. What leaves me wondering from this awesome piece is that there is a point that the Divine will show us in exploration, and then it seems like there is a point where we leave some of the puzzle pieces inside the mystery, grabbing only the ones we need (or can carry). Then the return to the concrete. Camelia Radu December 26, 2019 at 4:06 PM Thank you very much for this in-depth analysis of my poetry. The truth is that our self cannot be embraced, but only touched. At least psychoanalysis says so. we really take our energy from this touch, but the mystery is not revealed to us except through archetypes, these being, after all, what we all have pushed into the collective unconscious for centuries, but the mystery remains a mystery. what path could we follow to catch more? one would be poetry, isn't it?

Ann Foster December 26, 2019 at 2:40 PM echoes where unseen... that was my fav line. Well written piece. Merry Christmas and God Bless your New Year. Ann Camelia Radu December 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM God Bless your New Year, too! Merry Christmas, Ann! Thank you ........