Winter blues

The winter comes again

the old girlfriend

so arrogant and cold

the snow swans pack

is winging in the sky,

my head in blues...

the sounds promising

and gaily snow flaking

the reindeer song of

the summer flirty

flicker fall at frosty

bottom of heart well...

the pensive artist

painted with whimsy

laces thoughtlessly

so neatly covered 

the memory of

fairy telling days...

Inspired by  d'Verse: Winter Blues

The Legend

Pulling strings/many hearts,

his heart opens to give,

to sink into music

Jacuzzi, release the

burden of life, to heal

the wounds, where it hurts.

At first, voice not strong,

not his voice, the guitar

solo touching the air,

testing the walls and

material values,

volumes of love returns.

Soul aligned in his wealth

with purpose, he amazes,

brings charisma, connects

all in one, quotes to put

hands together and

follow him in one breath.

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads: Love of My Life

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Eyeful

Pack brains in trains

torture not the flesh

worn liquor uniform

lust lasts under

hypnosis

hypnotizing gimmicks

slash-smash

with lotion,

tease low emotion of

body machine

truth seen by discerning eye.

Sunday Whirl 182

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Projection

Art by Bob Gregory

He arrived to me late

I mean: his body was here

at the bench

feet on the floor

hands on piano

but the soul –somewhere else.

Sort of – his dad:

the computer he worked on

while the boy has been studying

was forgotten.

I offered the magazine

at the sofa.

No notebook with homework

No second book with new songs.

The student played well

the part of the homework song

though…

-Are you playing every day as we talked?

-No.

-Have you included the piano study in your schedule? (me trying to stay calm)

-Not yet.

-What are you doing after school?

-A homework.

-Do you know that the right hemisphere of brain responsible for music and math, left – for language? So playing piano after school could be beneficial for your growth, nice change for the brain, feeling-good experience.

- Oh?- thinking.

Who knows? Will he try?

At the door I thank him

for bringing the head

at the shoulders.

Laughing…

All of it reminds of Gianni Rodari

fiction story about the boy

who loosing his body parts

along the way;

they being delivered to his mom

at home by strangers.

At the end of the day

she needs just put pieces

together. Light assembly required.

Sigh.

Did I just watch my reflection?..

Metamorphosis

Twinkling snowflakes,

sun wipes

the window.

Wide smears

of mood/ weather

painting.

See. Hark. Thaw.

Slow motion

birds

practice

Philip Glass

‘Metamorphosis’.

It strokes me

with mock / muack(ing)

sounds –

a platitude?

Solitary 
winter plot,

a hint to soar

till the last

melodic 3rd…

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Steady

  not my  student

'Play steady', - aka 'live steady'. In balance. Is it possible? Who can... He's trying to follow my instruction - to raise the wrist while climbing 'roll ups' with fingers, cheeks getting blush (anger?), eyes – pregnant of tears, boiling... oh, boy...- 'please, go wash your face', (and all fear), - I send him to bathroom (my student)... so many times praying: 'don't take my advise too close...we're working... mastering skills...scales are tricky... you have to be ready to walk along invisible line – to sound steady...' Poets United

Lullaby

		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

Bad weather

		My translation (Russian) of the song "Bad weather" from the movie "Mary Poppins, Goodbye". Music: Alla Pugacheva, Vadim Lotkin. Lyrics: Irina Pavlyutkin. The changes with weather happen from year to year, bad weather now - in fashion, bad weather, bad weather. As if from the plumbing pipes heaven water's pouring on us: Refrain: six months of bad weather, half a year - just nowhere, six months of bad weather, half a year - just nowhere at all. Nowhere, nowhere we hide, but life couldn't be delayed. Nowhere, nowhere, but right there someone is looking for you among the rain. Ominous thunder's rumbling from sunset to sunrise,- a fee for the human sins, bad weather, bad weather. Not sore throat, cold or virus - more serious trouble: Refrain.

Fly away, the cloud

		My translation of the song "Fly away, the cloud" (1979). Music and lyrics by V. Reznikov (1952-1992)  Fly away, cloud, fly away, cloud, fly away! Fly away cloud, oh, fly away… Wind with cloud tête–à–tête talked while blowing its around: my desire, oh cloud, could you guess? don't you see the world without you-  better place, - fly away, oh cloud, don't delay, oh cloud, fly away! If there were no more concerns, than to chase after you! - hurry up and pour with rain, then melt away. If I stay with you someway my friend sail will become unvaried fly away, oh cloud fly away!  All the hardships, sorrow envelop with cotton wool, take with you anxiety and sadness for no grief to all had happened, for the sun be never blacked- fly away, oh cloud, fly away!

Unconditionally...

		You hide your Universe under a garment, made of cloth unique curve of fractal figure each part of which has the same character as the whole – bewitched! You’ve touched my Universe unconsciously, your breath flushed my cheeks, my soul from faraway creek, where you’re flying with tailwind fanning the wing, carrying an essence into depth of spring… you’ve touched me unconditionally…

Starry bridge

Music: A.Zatsepin, Lyrics (Russian): L.Derbenev, "31 of June" - fantastic two-part  musical TV movie based on the eponymous novel by John B. Priestley (1978).  Below is my translation of the song from this movie "Starry bridge".

		Heavenly lights are floating along immense starlike road, over the deep black abyss, forming a starry bridge for us. Refrain: We are among the stars and darkness each other found in unthinkable sky dust for the Milky Way to become someday the road of eternal love! Everything may ends suddenly, you do not lose me in the twinkling stars, won't be destroyed by loneliness our starry bridge again. Refrain. Let Dipper bucket, Big Dipper melted slowly faded away. Let's hope that Starry bridge will help to love, will sway... Refrain.

Promenade

		I turned light off, closed my eyes, gave the thought a time to relax, don't feel regret, agree with myself, what else I could get behind my cell. The time 'to throw the stones' has run, before I know, my friend, I'll be gone. So, walk in my garden with no doubt. The better collection yet hidden in heart...