we’ve danced
gangnam style
today
…
enough
to say
7 a.m. coffee
~
morning light sustains soft matter
of subdued voices and lilac stars
faint though colliding scents beckon
towards shimmering white nights
the flowers’ wizardry sheds an ocean
earthling’s eyes wonderly behold
beneath a sunlit marvellous storm
in the clearing of cloudy shores
as the fluid universe in slow motion
aware of the ever-shining dawns
~
yelena 2013
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l’oiseau naissant
j’ai brisé mon cœur contre les rochers
d’une planète mourante
où le sable se fane sous le soleil
dans les déserts épuisés.
puis je l’ai donné dans les bras
d’un espace entre ciel et terre.
j’ai craqué vers quelque chose
de toujours inaccessible -
la béatitude délirante
des chemins ombragés et éthériques -
pour devaster ma mémoire
avec l’inondation de ses chansons envoûtantes.
les chuchotements de brouillard bleu sont clairs
même dans le domaine plus obscur
mais j’ai appris à voler sous la pluie
parce qu’elle cache si bien mes larmes.
yelena 2013
lavender flood
it was a morning’s moment
when i passed by the garden’s wall
and saw graffiti flowers
painted gentle blue, violet and purple.
my eyes became the rain
and my feet unbearably soft,
soft like petals of snowdrops
spinning in inevitable after-frost hope,
ballet shoes drowned
in reflections of a ghost’s aura
……………..
there’s a profound season guiding this endless voyage
to burn beyond the space of reason.
it connects to fireflies by early dusk
as vesper wind dusts the eden of pale orange sun
and the moon soars
surrendering to golden candleshine.
phantom pain lingers
along the fields of sweet lavender death
…so i breathe no more
silently storming the sfumato scent
of roaring tides
and soil’s vernal refuge,
tread the rocky shores
where pilgrims still believe
in the touch of infinite clouds,
the ocean rustled
by the lunar songs from an emerald soul.
aflutter,
melted among fragments of eclipsed sky on the pavement,
i’m lost to his luminous blossom’s vertigo
away from the ashen plastic air of neon streets
holding on to someone who channels cosmic spring
and exhales truth of the orient
…………….
his colors are too beautiful
and my lips are sealed by constant absence of a perfect language.
…………….
i fall too shamelessly though afraid.
i don’t know who i am and never knew
wondering
how to stop this daydream
if he is the light
the light of everything.
lullaby
i wish i’d sing you an old lullaby
of glowing waterfalls and sheltered forests
where winds deliver whispers of the mystic sea
so that any darkness would vanish
in the soft bliss of waving dreams
just a silly girl
while it’s raining heavily
i imagine you
making a blueberry tea.
and my only thought is
what it is to be
a blueberry.
linked to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets
to Mari
i understand you, dear girl.
one night i looked at the stars
and wondered how they still shine.
but then i embraced remnants of peace,
thought of you and smiled.
i know you are tired of the wars,
of games they play
and the way they try to erase your essence
and extinguish your light.
don’t be afraid to feel what you feel
and say what you think.
please don’t give up
and stay close to your dear ones.
we all fall but then we shine
if we dare to stand up
and be as bright as we really are.
(besides
summer is not that far
and we’ll dance an irish jig by the sea again)
smiles.
