Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 11, 2018

SCREAM~by Renáta Császár


 

 

SCREAM
by Renáta Császár

lost in silence
in the background of words
a sound comes through
crystal clean
like a sharp sword
free from hesitation
that slept so deep
so far
inside

it comes through
and stabs me
not to get lost
in the turmoil of words

stabs me
to the wall
of the sky
cutting space and time
into pieces
makes me displayed
at the exhibition
of life

I turn around in my moon dress
take the stars into my palm
and withholding my breath
watch them
looking for the sound
cut

that comes through
so
sharp
so
direct
like the arrow of Cupid

so as to listen to its voice
forever

Renáta Császár
09/10/2018

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