Tuesday, January 31, 2012

To the artist

based on the poem by M.V.Lomonosov (1711-1765), the scientist, 
the founder of the first Russian university, the poet

Master, draw my beloved,
draw her black hair lying
with the incense of perfume,
if there is such way.

Give the roses in blood
of her snow white face,
draw the arches,
inviting along the high brow.

Draw her heavenly eyes
with wisdom of goddess,
show Venus-like look,
burning up with low flame.

So, the prophesies speech
with no words flow as honey
from the beautiful lips,
so attractive to me.

Place the sweetness in chin,
and around the neck,
give the lilies bloom
in the delicate color.

Wear long scarlet dress
with the sleeves and collar,
little neckline to see,
and guessing the rest.

If the image is strong,
I will see you as real...
I see you, my light!
Dear portrait, please, talk...

Image credit: http://900igr.net

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Soul solitude

Thin invisible line,
wave on smooth silk of life
rolling freely

and at some point soon
gets an anxiety ripple,
wicked whisper: too smooth,
something wrong...

penetrates through the skin
distorted truth
embracing whole body
in feverish flux

overflowed the cup
of patience and courage
by one extra drop...
my soul solitude

Wednesday, January 25, 2012


       based of the poem by M. B. Lomonosov (1711 - 1765), the scientist,
       the founder of the first Russian university, the poet

  • Image credit: liveinternet.ru

A fever flares up
in the blood of man,
warming the body,
refreshing the feelings,
when nimble fingers
of gypsy musician
running with passion
through thin strings,
and romance's sweet words
are following gently
the feet of beautiful dancer.

Inflamed finger picking
romantic music,
reflecting heroic
noise for a soldier,
no more disturbs
amorous thoughts!
Although he is tender,
and heartfelt in love, -
the soldier's impressed more
by glory of the heroes,
Eternal Glory!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Petition

   based on the poem by Russian poet V. K. Trediakovsky (1703 - 1769)

Cupido, postpone wacky arrows,
approaching hearts in the blink,
all fallen in love, farther - more,
connected by hearts into link.

While hurt us - you torture the longer,
igniting the sweetest fire blaze,
and although it worries - not boring, -
for those who love as they breathe.

Cupido, don't send lovely arrows,
since everyone's happy and glow,
but wisely correct all the errors:
turn hatred and evil in Love.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Grandpa Frost and The Crow

  • Image credit: irionik.deviantart.com

When comes in winter grandpa Frost -
he plays the game of "frozen toes" !
Please, insulate the body, soul
or cease to feel them soon at all.

No one in state resists the Frost
bird tried to resent, and ...lost,
its broken voice from frozen twig
has sounded like strangled squeak.

Frost push the trees - they rock with crunch,
and dropping snow dust at the patch,
where trembling squirrels passing by,
imagined snowball storm up high.

The drivers on the roads yield,
with effort holding steering wheel
to keep upright it straight they strive,
when slippery - who wants to drive!

And suddenly - sarcastic laugh:
the crow's broke in winter life.
Uplifted, blessed my whole day
with frosty windy winter stay!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Potemkin stairs 1905

 Potemkin stairs 1905
the stroller's rolling
counting Odessa steps -
tsarist regime
in Russian history


Friday, January 20, 2012

the shadow

Have you made
the peace
with your
darkest side?
Trust you
when I see
your shadow.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Venus cycle

So, Venus's wrapping up
long cycle of the heart
around cosmic dust
and all because of YOU

  • Image credit: pixdaus.com

I'll be with you

I will be with you
etheric in air,
holding intention for balance,
with lavender fragrance
calming anxiety
counting heart beats
exhale - inhale

snow dust


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Afternoon strut

Midst of afternoon walking spree
posing dazzling sun - at the top of tree
angels greet with signature sky
under feather layers I feel high

Fresh uplifting air touch my cheeks
while I drink refreshing oxygen mix
angel's smile's teasing in the twigs of tree
noticing the time - 3:33

Light and sturdy midst  of afternoon strut
strive to take a new venture rout...

Monday, January 16, 2012

The tail of 2 hunchbacks

Long ago
Once upon a time
there was a city
of craftsmen.

Living here -
weavers and blacksmiths,
painters, poets, musicians.

But broken in
a duke de Malikorn -
city was attacked by soldiers.

As black crows
they flew around the town,
burning and destroying lifes.

Working people
gone into the woods
gather strength to fight with duke.

Stayed in town
sweeper Caracol
helped to liberate the city.

Both - the duke
and sweeper Caracol
had the humps on backs.

Folded wings,
straightened by the love,
kept by hump of sweeper.

Anger, hatred,
fear bent the duke,
holding lying eyes down.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

What a "hump"
we carry through the life,
what we hide inside it?

What a load
prevents form climbing high?
Is not time to trash it out?

Sunday, January 15, 2012

orchestra piece

Plane's rumbling sound
touches power lines,
slide of the trombone's

Long chiming chains
answered in flash -
orchestra piece

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Wintery moonlight

Snow is whirling
Outside -

Milky Way unfolds
white invite -

I would like to break
into your world:
whistle as a wind,
glow as a light,
be the seat on sleigh,
comforted along the way...

Swaying on the swing,
touched by butterfly wing,
wintery moonlight

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Misty view

Breathing the mists and perfume
a maiden, caught in a silk
in misty window moves.

Glowing with mystical light
archway on her forehead,
the bracelet, elastic silk.

Looking for transparent veil
by strong intimacy shocked,
I slowly float away...

The image sways in my mind:
her grounded brown eyes
are blooming on distant shore...

The treasure lies in my heart,
the key is entrusted
only to me.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Waves of my dreams
smell of seaweed
I am on the boat

follow the stream
time for retreat
anchor is dropped.

Stepping ashore
sand warms my feet
promising rest

touched to the core
skipping one beat
heart does the best.

Lying on rug
ready for nap
listening birds...

wishing good luck
frog's rapid snap,
soul rebirth


  ...with glimer stains
kaleidoscope style
red and orange prevails

open my eyes
with hope - any change?
blink! - shadows on the wall

Yin and Yang
facing each other
not recognizing
that they are One


the light on me
I am in a spot
2:22 -

the shades of majesty
brought by the SUN

  •  Image credit: zpecter.deviantart.com

Sunday, January 1, 2012