Lui Eminescu…

E iarna, e zapada si e ger,                                                                                                               Dar ne vegheaza-o stea, de sus, din cer.                                                                                        Si nu simti frigul fiindca a rasarit                                                                                     Luceafarul pe cer, e neclintit!

Din nou 15 ianuarie a venit                                                                                             Luceafaru-i la fel de stralucit!                                                                                                        Pe cer vezi o puzderie de stele,                                                                                                     Dar una-i nepereche printre ele!

Ce alba si frumoasa este neaua!                                                                                                Veniti, copii, sa recitam “La steaua!”                                                                                      Priviti, teiu-i pustiu, ca un sihastru,                                                                                            Hai, ziceti ”lacul codrilor albastru”!

Imaculata-i si stralucitoare,                                                                                                           Of, “de-as avea si eu o floare”                                                                                                      I-as pune-o printre ingeri, la picioare,                                                                                    Purtata-n cioc de “siruri de cocoare”.

Din ceruri necuprinse,                                                                                                                       Canti ca o primadona…                                                                                                                     Si cantecele tale-s                                                                                                                     “Venere si Madona”.

Celestial e-n jur                                                                                                                             Si-oricat de ger e-afara                                                                                                                   Eu te astept mereu,                                                                                                                         “Pe aceeasi ulicioara”.

Ti-as spune un poem                                                                                                                       Sa ma ai in amintire,                                                                                                                       Dar ma auzi tu, oare ?                                                                                                                       ” „Departe sunt de tine”!

O, cata stralucire !                                                                                                                            Sa-ti cant imi vine cheful…                                                                                                              Ce-ai zice sa auzi :                                                                                                                           „Cu penetul ca sideful”?

Imaculat e totul                                                                                                                                    Si e pustiu prin vii…                                                                                                                        Suspinul ti-l aud                                                                                                                                 Cand spui”De ce nu-mi vii?”

Prin frigul nemilos                                                                                                                               Vad triste ramurele,                                                                                                               Ce-ascund , visand frumos,                                                                                                                ” Somnoroase pasarele”.

Si-acolo-n codru des                                                                                                                             Craiasa mandra este,                                                                                                                       Alaturi de Calin                                                                                                                                    Din “file de poveste”.

Iti simt aevea pasii,                                                                                                                          Pe unde tu ai fost…                                                                                                                          Mai stii ca ai trecut                                                                                                                         „Pe langa plopii fara sot”?

Iti amintesti, Mihai,                                                                                                                     Cand pe poteci umblai,                                                                                                                     Pe bratul drept dormeai,                                                                                                               Caci tu, „fiind baiet, paduri cutreierai” ?

Tu stai asa de sus,                                                                                                                            Sa ai buna vedere ,                                                                                                                           Sa vezi  ” Freamat de codru ”                                                                                                       Sa-i reciti  ” Revedere ” .

“Cand amintirile”                                                                                                                          Te-au potopit cu dorul,                                                                                                                    Tu, lasa-ti stelele ,                                                                                                                              ” Hai in codru, la izvorul” !

Pe toate le-ai cantat                                                                                                                         Cu vers neegalat                                                                                                                                Si crezi acolo, sus,                                                                                                                              Ca ai putea fi uitat?

Sau crezi ca cineva,                                                                                                                          Ar indrazni vreodata                                                                                                                           Sa-ti ceara                                                                                                                                     “Lasa-ti lumea ta uitata?”

Azi, te slavim, dar tu,                                                                                                                          “Aveai un singur dor”                                                                                                                       Dar nu stiai atunci                                                                                                                            Ca luceferii nu mor?

Tu n-ai stiut ca locul                                                                                                                         Ti-e harazit printre stele?                                                                                                                  O, tu, astru preasfant,                                                                                                      Vegheaza-ne dintre ele!

Ai grija, tu, de-acolo,                                                                                                             Luceafarul meu bland,                                                                                                                     De codru si de stele,                                                                                                                         De luna , de pamant…

Si nu lasa sa piara                                                                                                                                 Nici raul si nici ramul,                                                                                                                      Nici codrul si nici teiul,                                                                                                                    Caci astea ne sunt neamul !

P.S.

Ma plec si ingenunchi in fata ta,                                                                                                    Luceafar bland, pentru a mea-ncercare                                                                                           De-a-ti scrie versuri, tie,                                                                                                                    Imi cer iertare!                                                                                                                                    Si sper  sa-mi dai crezare,                                                                                                                C-am scris cum am simtit…                                                                                                        Infima-s eu, un nimeni in cetate,                                                                                                       Pe cand tu  esti cat o eternitate!

Gela Dumi

Anunțuri

Mai e putin…

Mai e putin                                                                                                                                          Si toamna asta,                                                                                                                                 Atipica si labartata                                                                                                                            Ne va lasa si-si va lua zborul,                                                                                                  Ducandu-se in lumea toata!

Si va pleca                                                                                                                                            Fara de veste                                                                                                                                     Si ne va lua al sau fosnit,                                                                                                                    De-ai crede ca ea niciodata,                                                                                                          Cu-adevarat, n-ar fi venit!

Degeaba eu,                                                                                                                                         Cu intrebarea                                                                                                                                  Am sa raman nedumerit…                                                                                                            „De ce  sa pleci acum, cand vad
Un corcodus  reinflorit?”

Fiindca ea,
Pe-aripi de vant                                                                                                                                 Si de furtuni rascolitoare,
Se va plimba de colo- colo,
Ce-i pasa ei de-o biata floare!

Si daca -i timp
Acum, de-o  floare,
Atunci, aceea-i crizantema,
In curcubeuri de culori
Impodobindu-i diadema!

Octombrie
E pe sfarsite
Si ma cuprinde intristarea,
Ca nu am colindat destul                                                                                                         Pe-alei cu frunze vestejite.