in disguise
do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
....................every breath
...........................................every beat?
do you see
autumn clouds erazing
in my eyes
...................sky and earth
............................................blue and green?
do you feel
I am walking on water
not like Saviour did
like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?
do you know
the circle of winter
...............................drawn by wind
.......................................................in a piling snow?
do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in a puddle
....................of empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?
don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab pink glasses
put death in disguise
.
(all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev 2006)
do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
....................every breath
...........................................every beat?
do you see
autumn clouds erazing
in my eyes
...................sky and earth
............................................blue and green?
do you feel
I am walking on water
not like Saviour did
like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?
do you know
the circle of winter
...............................drawn by wind
.......................................................in a piling snow?
do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in a puddle
....................of empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?
don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab pink glasses
put death in disguise
.
(all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev 2006)
posted by Natalia L. Rudychev at 2:11 PM
14 Comments:
This is so sad. Delicately written, like wrapping silk over an open wound. I certainly hope your poems don't die.
Pat
Thank you.
I've been writing in Russian since I was a teen. I've spent 8 years in US. I could not share my Russian poems with friends. And without dialogue or response they
were dying. I do not feel the freedom in expressing myself in English and many images turn out dead and mute.
Thank you for your sensitivity and kindness.
beautiful work! I'm glad I found your blog -- plan to come back.
Andrew
"don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab pink glasses
put death in disguise"
wonderful
let us not let poetry die
not just yet
J. Andrew
Thank you.
I'll be glad to see you.
Camera Shy
Thank you.
Sometimes a certain sadness comes
when I realize how much beyond
my power of expression are the feelings and thoughts that stream
through me.
a beautiful poem!
Polona. Thank you. It means a lot to me.
Wow Natalia. I'm still trembling!
stunning!
and where is the picture taken?
Russell
Thank you.
These words mean the world for me.
Inkblot
Thank you.
I'm not sure which picture you mean. The one with the temple and the one with hibiscus are from Hawaii. A blossom of star magnolia is from Chicago.
excellent that you put the work into expressing yourself this way...focusing on the very frustration about writing the poems in a different language. Keep it coming!
Steve
Thank you for your kind words, encouragement, and understanding.
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