Oh, Lantern…
you remember
the souls'
whisper
under your eye,
magic words’
spell,
shaken
the bodies
and dwelt
in the light
at night,
when you
penetrated
the darkness
of sky,
and each
and every
bracket
of bridge
strived
to keep
the footprints,
his
and mine…
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...memory keeps recurring transfer to path where we are flying 2 clouds back to south I see it even with open eyes... the memory clogged above the wounds, and that alternative life`s houses..., reflected now as boxes of thousand expectation and woes ... forgive the broken promises, hope for rejuvenation; lousy? falling tears will be transmuted into success, the waterfall of applauses | |||
A robin on the roof-
click, click -
picking
the wee raindrop
in the beak,
slides and fling-
small birdy trick-
takes bath
and flee…
I drink
my tea-
pick up
a Big cup,
thinking
of earth,
absorbed
thunder storm
RAIN…
We all –
how, no matter,
big or small,-
we share
ONE cup of
water.
This inner talk runs
obertone walk,
aspen twigs
repeat,
wave
with soaked
in the rain
leaves –
in approval
quota.
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You disappeared…
as if dragged off
by gigantic bird Roc
to amuse its nestlings,
as if your thoughts,
dreams , words
at one with Matrix
have been captured
by a crane,
transferred
to alternative
world...
Bizarre voracious cloud
crept across evening sky's
unprotected blueness...
I forgot to paint your smile...
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Lullaby for Susie,
smooth candle light,
soothing bath hides
all wounds,
heart cries
and bounces-
waves
in move mode,
to fill the
anguish,
rid of havoc,
invites
dream’s power
to care, to inspire
sweet reverie -
allowed,
for insomnia-
time to bow out
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I open my mouth
to tell you the truth,
have not spoken since
times,
when we run through
the water and fire,–
ocean fossils
miserly message
from Paleozoic era -
we’re absorbing
as marine sponges,
guzzle emotions,
warp motions
and fear
into new shapes,
transparent layers.
We’re looking
in depth-
Neptune shakes
the ocean surface…
What magical secrets
repeated
after Plato’s
death?
Atlantis legend,
where spiritual people,
half god and half human,
in a highly advanced
utopia lived
on lush islands.
Surrounded by
precious metals,
they become
"morally
bankrupt",
had lost their way,-
gods sent
earthquakes
with fire,
that caused
Atlantis to sink
into sea.
The border line thin:
where truth? allegory?-
we can be drawn
to cling
to the drifting remnants,
or allow
the cosmic stream
to genuinely move us
toward better places
to leave
precious imprints…
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It’s summer.
Beginning of
June,
but feels
sooner
as May…
new moon
approaches
transparent brook,
highlighted
the shadows
brown, indurate;
pensively
traces you,
floating in different
spaces and views,
showered in color -
celestial rain
fairy tales;
caresses with
whimsical
angle...
this gaze...-
a mirror effect,
recognizing
familiar
character traits,
but where I
put
the ellipsis
and permit
to wait –
you start
new story,
your version
of life,
taste of
glory
and need
to survive.
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| What? You looked at me so suspiciously, as if I gave you only half of the promised kingdom from what we had… nothing left,- just demolished like a castle out of sand, although doors were wide open, invited to enter… I still keep the sea shells with the scales- haven't thrown into fire, not to mention to wear it… | |||
