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… | |||
