Fullextra.hu - Farkas Laura: Smoken lines of a poem

Knocking thoughts
While jumping up and up
The time-sea’s victims
Of the late spring

Thoughts like ice-firm stones
Routing the plastered furnace
You would have perhaps make fire in it…
To make your bread on tender wood.

But You are bothered by hunger
The afraiding, longing love
That is wiggleing you life up and down…
Aware or caution –You always confuse

You do not need just two warm arms,
A splice, some embrace
To put your life home-
-The bird is saying goodbye-

You are just smoking rhymes….
Shortly your pipe will fall asleep
„My couple’s waiting and the squealers,
Go and do it so, too.”

Farkas Laura- Elfüstölt verssorok
Lregutóbbi publikációm a "The Best Poems and Poets of 2004" antológiában