Tag: #fiction

Have you noticed?
The sun is alien –
And you’re my sunblock,
Winged One.

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Polixeni Papapetrou –

Mănânc un Univers
zemos, stricat, dar cu posibilităţi de recuperare (a subtilităţii). 
Se răsfrânge ca edenul peste gânduri necurate 
Cum se-agită dimineaţa... Gloria – timid – prin toate. 

Măr: Sunt din ce în ce mai delicat(ă) şi mai exigent(ă). 

©2016 Emmah Toris

Since we are dwelling in a castle of dreams,
there are enough doors
for us
to open
or
keep closed –
enough for us…
not to fail.
No blossom stays away
on Thursday or Sunday or Tuesday or Saturday or Monday or Friday or Wednesday!
Tickets, anyone?

 

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Grzegorz Kmin –

Wherever you (think you) are going: be bold, child.
Good Monday – good choice – good morning.

Down the rabbit hole: to actively wait for Godot,
to imagine Sisyphus happy,
to taste a fresh madeleine and… choke!
This is how they changed their minds.
Good Tuesday – good tune – good morning.

A sip of tea/ almond milk/ chlorophyll/ light…
to match the reactions and Light of a boy/ lady.
A sip of wonder – to share and combine.
Good Wednesday – good stream – good morning.

This perishable bliss!
This insatiable rapture
keeps stirring the primordial soup.
(Cutting edge entertainment reviews:
such an apparent (out of the) ordinary!)
The observer is satisfied.
Good Thursday – good split (of the universe) – good morning.

No one is supposed
to promise you anything.
You’ve got all the goodies. Savor them.
Good Friday – good taste – good morning.

How to release endorphins:
go on.
Good Saturday – good absence – good morning.

Family time:
everything brilliant – to do,
everyone brilliant – to hug;
all becomes is brilliant.
Good Sunday – good heartbeat – good morning.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Mathilde Roussel –

Oh, I’m being swallowed by
a magical burst of
worlds –
fluid load
of swans and pigs and pigs and swans
and Cheshire, celestial, feline peacocks
and lamias and centaurs and banshees and nereids and fauns and harpies
and unicorns
and Doppelgängers
and Everything-Nothing-Wandering-Kind,
(avoirdupois),
on my shoulders.
We carry what’s necessary,
that’s how we carry on.
That will do, thank you!

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Kenji Shibata –

My mouth roamed around the words,
it decided to hush
and preserve its round temptations,
its mathematics
in an enduring song –
Play it again, mouth!

You know it
by heart.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Ulysse & Darcoe –

A fit of laughter: Everything fits me,
even Myself Beyond Myself.
Let’s find the proper, finest attire
for Something beyond
what you considered
to be
The Familiar You.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Veronica Ebert –

Ruşinea e în declin. S-o înălţăm!
Dacă vorbim despre alegeri, redefinim etapa prin parcurgere, mintea prin inimă, gândurile prin tranziţii structurale.

(Ţine-ţi respiraţia – dacă e nevoie; doar tu ştii – simţi.)

Se poartă… adaptarea (şi pălăriile vii, care spun întotdeauna poveşti, încolţind păreri şi lumi permanente în cranii corecte, ce se înalţă cu aripi de efemeridă.)
Desigur, nu plecăm niciunde – proiectăm (călătorii)!
Să împachetăm – cu grijă.

Când n-am să mai respir, respiră tu pentru mine – (ni) se arată adaptarea!
Să văd cum faci/ desfaci – eu stau sub apă. Permanent.

Mi-am pus ciuma-apelor în păr piept – să primenim apa (din încăperile în care fiinţez, fiinţezi, fiinţează)!

– Scrisoare către Mine-Oricine

©2014 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Lissy Elle Laricchia –

 

 

All the darlings come back –
during a measureless afternoon: the heart.
The wandering kind is
no longer unsettled.
Darling meets darling –
memory does no longer fear the leaps of the heart;
it becomes
the beloved,
the unsettled darling
that must be put to rest.
The rest is mobile.

Memory loss: going from the Heart towards the Heart

©2014 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Maria Rubinke –