Sometimes I feel like writing things I don't understand myself
and whenever that passionate energy comes to mind,
I turn to my self
and I try to rummage through the most poetic part of me
and give me reason that I can also be poet
And every time I read other people's poems
I’m assaulted by responsibility
to be an expert builder of futuristic verses
Every time I think I exist
I carry my pride of a refined reader
and I become God of my own poetic creation.
Every time I love a woman and I’m not reciprocated
I also think of those who love me and I care little about their displeasures
I rethink the bottled loves of many people,
I think of the men and women who can't recite a poem to their partners
For many times I feel
that the WORLD could be different
if each of us
know for sure of his own valence
and that the name of the father-mother-brother-son-neighbor-boyfriend-friend
or the place of birth,
the tribe or languages that are spoken
were only milestones for the identification of the Subject
Sometimes I think that all that I write
is nothing but intimate lucubrations
but I stop and wonder: will there really be poetry that is different from
laments dismays desires ideas images judgments opinions dreams projects idealizations weeping anxieties, celebrations...
Anyway, will there be the I without the YOU and vice versa?
Every time poetry seeps into me
I wrap myself in silence
and I seek distant loves that no longer have aromas of the past
but that I still find in them lyrical reminiscences
with which I feel THIS passionate traveler
of the time lived with all its nuances and adventures.
Sometimes I think that in this homeland
that's mine from head to toe
there are traitors who sell it
by cheap smiles
traitors who bind the country to strange interests.
And the question is:
Do men betray the fatherland by simply betraying
or is there something wrong with this patriotic experience
that no longer creates revolutionary appetites for us?!
Stefan Florana Dick