Poetry by Alexandru R
The sweetness starts
With a gentle crackling
From my speaker,
Every now and again.
It cracks just like
A gentle shoulder touch
And it’s possibly endearing,
Definitely taking me away
From the state I bathe in
As a ritual ever since
This relentless feeling
Took over my life.
And for a moment,
Every now and again,
I forget about
How much I miss you.
I’ve chased dreams
And flew planes
And dared to
Be crazy brave.
I’ve built empires
And crowned kings,
And witnessed miracles.
I’ve crossed continents
And met people
Who inspired me,
And gods who
Created stars in their hands.
I love them all.
There are so many
Things I love
In this world
And I’ll never
Love any of them
As much as I love you.
Sometimes I think you might miss me too.
And sometimes I remember how
You said it meant something more.
Sometimes I wish you’d call,
But we both knew it was perfect as it was.
Sometimes I wonder about more time
And what more could have been;
To have met your friends.
Sometimes, I remember fragments,
And things that never happened.
Oftentimes, I forget how wonderful
It is to share this just with you
And I’m grateful I was, briefly,
Someone special to you.
We need to normalise
Crying in public.
It’s something very normal,
Very kind; a statement.
And not everyone cries
Because they’re sad.
My favourite tears
Are those that come
When I think of you.
They start in my chest
Where my heart is,
Where you are, always.
A knot in my neck at first
And then a flow of love
With nowhere else to go
But down my cheeks,
Because it’s very normal
To feel so moved.
We need to normalise
Crying in public.
It’s something very normal,
Very kind – a release.
And not everyone cries
Because they’re sad.
My favourite tears
Are those I cry when
I think of you –
They’re such loving, joyful tears.
They start in my chest
Where my heart is,
Where you are, always.
A knot in my neck at first
And then BOOM.
Pour out, love!
Pour out, joy!
Because it’s
Something very normal
To love in public.
I’m thirty three
And I’m afraid
Of doing things
Still.
I’m afraid
It will hurt,
It will fall apart,
It will not last.
And then more
And more
I seek the courage
To do more today
Than I did yesterday.
To do –
To be.
And thus,
My darkest fear,
My greatest pain,
You’re in the growing,
Not in the doing.
It’s something we carry in our hearts
And sometimes share with the world.
It’s our antidote to ignorance
And our calling march in summer.
It’s something we share with our friends
When we dance the nights away.
It’s every drop in our teary eyes
When we catch a glimpse of it in others.
It’s something we build everyday
And fight to keep alive and beaming.
It’s a soft bending, stubborn hope
That things will eventually get better.
It’s something in the strut of our heels
And the glitter that covers our wounds.
It’s the glue of our community
And the sweet embrace of our kin.
It’s something rooted in every broken heart
And it’s somewhere where we all belong.
Our glory anthem. Our war and peace.
Our Pride.
If I’m awake to see the sun come up
My thoughts of desperation fade away.
My being draws breath from its fire
And the heat breathes life inside of me.
The orange star calls on me to rise
For it has cleared the clouds
And lit my path to greater things.
I cross the threshold of my door
With sleepy eyes and muffled voice,
Blinded and revived by its light.
Like the gentle touch of love
It raises me to hope and daydreams.
My dearest heaven, my greatest god,
Good morning.
