Poetry and the Stories Behind It

Between the Verses

Sometimes I bake.
Sometimes I make jewelry.
But I always love my dachshund.
He has the best listening skills ever,
even when my words don’t make any sense.
He accepts me as I am,
without a word of disgust or regret,

without a word of prepossession.

I Fell for Fall

The threads of rain.
The smell of Champagne. 
Not bad at all – the feeling of being slightly drunk.
I hug your crazy leaves, dear Autumn!
I listen to your whisper in my ears.
The rain smells like Champagne again.
I drink with you, you drink with me, please!

Reflection

Why do we have our life only once?

I would like to live two, three lives more.

I would change all my words in the past,

I would never abjure my true love.

Why do we have our life only once?

Wouldn’t it be cool to have a second chance,

To reduce all our worries about one wasted day,

And so as not to rush somewhere and nowhere?

My Doubts In the Moonlight

The moonlight has melted into infinity.

My eyes touched something in the dark.

Now, I have my doubts on such an eternity,

Which is in the simple shape confined.

Thought after thought chasing a meaning,

And I can’t understand how came that

The souls of those who were with me yesterday

Can’t fly like the birds today.

I would say to my mom, “Sorry. Wish you well

In your new life! Bon Voyage!”

This poem came to me in 2008. My mom passed away in 2007. But even a year later, my loss still sore to me. I knew that she wanted to tell me something important before she was gone, but, unfortunately, it didn’t work out. I wrote poetry from the age of eight. When I left for college, and then returned home with a visit, I could not find any of my compositions. It made me upset, but my mom explained that she burned all my papers down because that was necessary to start a fire in a wood furnace. I didn’t hold my grudge against her. We lived in such conditions in which we had to survive. Battling with her cancer, she could not show her weakness, even if that weakness was a simple love. After her death, the poetry just spurted out of me, and I took it as a sign of her immortal blessing.

Happy New Year! 2020!

Snowing, snowing
powdered sugar,
on a piece of brownie –
my backyard.
Lit your light up,
my girlfriend Luna!
I can’t wait for the New-Year night!

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