Senbon Zakura Mirror Dance

I had closed the cracked window.
The gust of the first born wind
disappeared into the coming rain
together with the flute, the drums,
and the fleeting nature
of the movements-
explosions, distortions.

‘Twas like dancing slowly with
the image in the mirror
or like fragmenting
the memories of love
to empty the minds-
emotions that were eaten by
the heat of the summer.

I took a seat near my neighbor
whose husband had been
a soldier fighting in Asia
until having his half of the head
removed by a bullet.
He had always been
one of the best.

 

Suddenly, the movement
became very fast while continuing
without music
like in a sequence of movie frames
that builds tension
to enhance the consciousness-
euphoria, chills.

The dancers were, in fact,
impair numbers having
their white sashes wrapped
around their heads
while pirouetting
at a heightened tempo
to give this motion a sense
of living.

The window opened
to bring the noise of the metropolis
and the smell of the twisting wind.
Well, it was not a killing one
like those coming from the polls
and being filled
with some tiny bacteria
that had been left by the meteors or
by the lost civilizations.
‘Twas only a rainy wind.
These bacteria are not fictions;
they warm up to become
real weapons,
not Disney animations.

Life itself is not an illusion.
When life becomes hallucination,
then, something else
must be actual.

The hail hit
the roof of silence.
The dancers
were waving their arms above
their heads while clapping wildly
their swaying bodies
to express the words-
numbers of God.
I would say that
’twas not a previously
choreographed dance.

Ancestral emotions moved
all the things of the mind
out of the free space.
Crawled swiftly within
the suffering souls from which
have started to disappear peacefully.

 

Poem by Marieta Maglas

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About Marieta

Marieta Maglas is from Romania. She was born on May 1964. She graduated the University in her country in 1987. Her poems have appeared in some journals, including the Velvetillusion Literary Magazine Alabama,The Secret (La Revista) Italy, FWM Magazine US and Thu Trang Spain. Her poems were selected, and published on some anthologies at Xlibris, Sybaritic Press ( more specific it’s about the book Near Kin edited by Marie Lecrivain), at Prolific Press ( Three Line Poetry issue # 25) and others. She has been nominated at International Festival of Poetry in Canada and Mexico.

3 thoughts on “Senbon Zakura Mirror Dance

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An engaging poetic divertissement. However the poem’s intended overall impact is somewhat impaired by what strikes the casual reader as a lengthy sixth stanza which does not seem to add anything.

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