The poem starts by describing the beauty of a
woman dancing...
It describes her hands, her face, her delicate wrists. She is
not scared, and she does not need anyone but herself. The speaker, who is watching this, is invited by the beautiful woman in a
“chimeric dance” and soon the speaker falls in love, only to realize that the
beautiful woman is actually herself. The speaker finds a deep love
for who she is.
Forgive Me
by Paraschiva Florescu
Out of her
palms birds spurt out,
a pleasing
pitying of turtledoves
and when
she dances, the threads, thinly etched on the white skin,
paint the
air with delicacy
and fate -
irregular contours growing towards north, east and south
and west
and
everywhere else.
Her wrists
rise up and the blue roads under her skin traverse up
and down
carrying a
red life of cells hope oxygen love.
The earth
is slightly tilted dragging its hurried souls
down down.
But she is not scared of falling or of darkness.
Her body
swirls and drops
like a pen
scribbling some inked poetry.
Piano keys
white black, an imperfect symmetry,
wield her
small and incapable fingers
yet
capable of shaping his world and hers -
she is a
sculptor of happenings.
The notes
expand like balloons and a new story
grows out
of the music.
She now
knows: nothing will dissolve her scars
and wipe
the blood off her feet
but her
own hands.
No cursed
mouth of a strange man will mend her. There is no need
for
compassion.
She
offered her narrow neck to the sea,
her eyes
to trees, her skin compressed on the paths of mountains,
her arms,
legs becoming branches, her mouth becoming leaves,
her blood
rivers.
She
swallows her face that echoes on the surface of lakes.
The reflections
of a woman entangled in unsought lives,
unchosen
paths and lovers,
are gone.
She asks for forgiveness.
The black
hole that he dredged in her body
deepened
each time she loved. She fills the hole with her own
breath.
She
invites me in her chimeric dance - me, a broken
body full
of cracks and faults. Her hands even my wrinkles
and my
pain crumbles between her fingers.
Today, I
fell in love so deeply with her.
My heart
is bewildered at this indivisible love that only now was
found.
I no
longer need you, or anyone else.
Today, I fell in love with myself.
*
(This poem appears in our new anthology on the Goddess.
Click here for your own copy. All proceeds donated to the Malala Fund)
Today, I fell in love with myself.
*
(This poem appears in our new anthology on the Goddess.
Click here for your own copy. All proceeds donated to the Malala Fund)
Paraschiva Florescu: is a Law student at Edinburgh University, where she also organizes Kirtans and Bhakti Yoga sessions for the student community. Paraschiva is founder of the Krishna Conscious Society, after having graduated from a Kirtan course in the Radhadesh community in Belgium. She is a Bhakti-yoga practitioner, lover of poetry, martial arts, books and rivers, and - of course -the truth. Find more of her poems on her blog, where she publishes regularly. Paraschiva can be reached at para.skevi@yahoo.com.
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Just finished FORGIVE ME by Paraschiva Florescu—such a raw and emotional journey that really makes you reflect on healing and personal growth. It inspired me to take a long walk and clear my mind, and I’m glad I had my comfy new activewear from LSKD on. I actually grabbed it using an LSKD promo code, which made treating myself feel even better. Sometimes the right book and the right gear help you move forward.
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