I love writing, expressed myself though writing most of my life, keeping journals and composing poems in Russian. For several years, my professional life took a course of its own, and writing had become a dormant hobby of mine. That is until two years ago, where corporate world could no longer keep me "boxed up" and self-expression won over. I am writer of poems mostly at the moment, and would like to share my poems, and with them my heart, my high and low moments, my journey.
Reflections of Eternal Soldier The bright angel’s shadow? Or Not? What was the vision that I saw Through swollen heavy eyelids While grasping for air? Shall I lay in awe? Or was it the stale stinky death That I smelled everywhere around With nostril filled with blood? Lips screaming “help me”… but not loud. I do not know, I do not care. I am worn out and I am tired. With a sword, with a gun, on a tank Fighting in wars – ever since I am a child. Many changes face of earth had. Many seasons passed, coming and going. Million lessons we have acknowledged But war is constant and ever growing International, Civil, Cold wars Bible is not enough for all to be scripted. All tears shed, nothing left to feed seas Human hearts are stones, minds – conflicted. Motherless child, childless father, Grief and loss are closest companions. Souls torn apart, lives are wasted. Still “fresh meat” is supplied to battalions. I knew no beginning of war, I see no end. I lay still in the dirt with my bulleted body. Now I know, because I don’t care, worn out and tired It’s death who will soon be having a party. August 2014 Being In the no rush of life I touched true beauty. In the slow gentle dance I felt my heart’s awakening. In the stillness of my being I came to be one with the air. June 2014
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