A Large Warm And The Roasted AppleA Poem by Ndue UkajPoetry
Ndue Ukaj
After the word located in the beginning, A red Apple as a drop of blood Was flattering on the tree branch Just as a flag of defeat and cruel wind And relaxed silently together with the breeze Of wind that was observing the broken dusk While raised herself with small steps to search a nest In the Sunset full of colors that were badly transformed.
A dreamer with his overwhelming smile Extended in the sky Was sniffing with contempt to the warm. As in dreams full of passions, Was creating the kingdom of straws Adjacent to the rotten body After the word, located in the beginning And nearby a river without access to the sea And a woman with extasy Without her under ware was shining as a Sun. The apple and the Warm fought hard with each other Up to the point of death nearby the castle of straws When the word turned into human and the Apple was roasted The Warm entered in it. Deep inside And ruined its red blood. The Apple became dark in a blink of an eye. Its image was ruined. It became a black blood It screamed with sadness The bad blood, was cursed with sadness. As a lightning, blackness was hit The same as a rotten oak from the sky Attacked by numerous warms Over the Earth and was reckless with joy, It fell, and sank in a ruthless fashion Oh, it fell with great sorrow. In that World the Apple and warm clashed As in ancient battles nearby a castle of straws And a frightened leaf became the vanguard For the woman’s under ware and her breast holders Which invented the myth of betrayal That transformed my Earth. Where sweetness with blame was longing. We are sinful, my God! The rotten Apple blinded us. Ndue Ukaj’s poetry was translated from Albanian to English by Peter Tase. © 2012 Ndue UkajAuthor's Note
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