I invited for dinner all the sleep’s dreams

To see who spoke with the heart

I circled around them, close I came

I called the sweetest dream by name.

Shire Dhima, a poetess, born in Albania, and currently based in Greece, shares her poetry  

Shire Dhima was born on January 27, 1963 in Kuçovë (Albania). She graduated from high school in Kuçovo. In 2016, she immigrated to Greece and has been living there ever since. In 2021 she published her first book of poems “Pain Needs A Ring” in Kosovo. Shire has participated in several anthologies in Albania and Kosovo.

I CHOSE A DEAM!

For a crystal heart how much I searched!

With a big spoon the stars I stirred,

In this corrupted world, sprouts had emerged

How can you find, peaches in oak trees.

I stirred the waters, even in the ocean

Does the sky hide a star?

This stained world, I don’t know whom it resembles

In the stagnant waters, love has turned to wax.

I invited for dinner all the sleep’s dreams

To see who spoke with the heart

I circled around them, close I came

I called the sweetest dream by name.

There I stopped, at the written eyes’ dream

With the pencil to write my own eyes

Feelings gurgled, washing the dream with hands,

A spark ignited, when they chose love.

A fallow I made life, with the plow of hope

The storms of time, often they have spat

With a fist of love, we gave breath to faith

I gave color to life, I painted the days,

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LIMITNESS PATIENCE

This patience, it seems, has no age of aging

The rhythm of growth has surpassed every limit

It robbed my growth, to extend itself higher

The shoot waiting, accepts no light.

The light was astonished, the sky watches amazed

In its bosom, to place it there’s nowhere

Entangled among stars, it wants the lights off

Everything it sees with its eyes, it covers with itself.

It sees galaxies, sees the Milky Way

Orbit offers do not fill its vision

It raises its head like an eyebrow, hitting the fist hard

In all the rush of the run, it doesn’t accept a lock.

Let’s take it slow patience, please hold on,

In the veins of the body, every cell seeks

Let the gray hairs emerge, over the hair down,

Put a line on the expression,

And an X in the momentum.

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THERE THE DREAM FOUND ME!

I was a bit late!

The dream came running to me

And it found me, “in the other world”

My own breath had abandoned me!

My body like torn paper

Under that world’ ashes,

The soul kept a candle, and

In an endless world it was sunk.

I didn’t know where to find the hope

Life had thrown the ice of the pole,

Nothingness came around me,

it wanted to give its bite, was nothing.

Cross-legged I was sitting at the end

There was no fruit from the barren fate,

Since it started, life had cracked,

On my torn page, the last

Train’s signal snatched.

Behind the back of the sun,

There were neither moon nor stars,

In that darkness, I called once, oh mom!

I didn’t know if it was sunrise or sunset, a horror

Film were watching both day and night,

The dilemma between life and death

 Had become unicellular

I don’t know the heart…!

Ah heart! It did not give its beats,

In the darkness, I saw reaching out a hand,

I saw life, measured by its gaze,

Through the darkness, a dream pierced,

Defeating a cuckoo,

It offered me its breasts with life’s milk.

Lip to lip, it breathed hope, the ticks of the clock,

Before the eyes, see no crossroads.

Now fate washed its eyes in the shine of the dew

The return kisses the verse in the light of hope

(Translated: Valentina Muka – Toronto)

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