Friday, December 28, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Monday, December 18, 2006
I've known her for as long as I can remember. We met almost every day but we both were too shy to introduce ourselves. For me her name was the smile and invariable "hello, dear". She was well advanced in years, slim, and tidy. Her clothes showed signs of wear but the overall impression was very pleasing. We talked only once when my Irish setter ran to her and insisted on smelling her pockets. She did not protest. She was worried and a little confused. She said, "Dear, I don't have any treats just some sunflower seeds". I explained that my dog was fond of sunflower seeds. She gave him a handful. While he was eating I could tell that she was happy because she could afford to treat somebody. I thanked her and we parted ways. Afterwards I could not stop smiling. Her happiness filled me with joy. I left for college a week later. This year somebody told me that she passed away.
the sky clears
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Dry twigs of placid days are feeding fire,
illuminating stretch of long-deserted shore,
as leaves are dancing night away with shadows,
paced by the tunes of high and low tide.
The wreath of nameless herbs is twined to crown
the halo of the ever-changing moon
that lights the line of lonely tanka verses
where sea can't reach the rumpled page of sand.
Beneath the tangled labyrinth of branches,
the path is writhing in the claws of roots
to home where the worn armchair is waiting
to rock the pain of someone lost all night.
all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev
First published in SP Quill, Fall 2006, Volume 12, 33.