Strands - In "Fiddles and Scribbles" - June 2025

My poem "Strands" was published in the June post of "Fiddles and Scribbles:

Strands by Irina Moga

Let us speak of memory —

its web of layers — fragmented music,

invented strands of colors

blown by winds

just like one snuffs out the last candle

into complete obscurity.

Let us speak of what is never lost, never regained,

the uneven paradise

of our being, fragile and

frivolous like a luminous winter in which snowflakes

dance

and then

melt away as they reach the ground.

Who are we,

inside this unstrung forgetfulness to argue of its substance —

the quiet stream of sounds that keeps us on the surface

of our words?

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