salamuna Poetry (60)

Madam! Keep your back straight.
Throwing the past on the altar,
Burn it silently,
Without regrets.
Pass to tomorrow
From yesterday..
Pass over the ashes of fire!
Does it still hurt ?!
Cannot be…
The fire is almost extinguished.
Smile please!
Look at yourself-
You are marvelous,
Aren't you?
Madam! Keep your back straight

Trains, planes, stations.
We leave and
We settle in deaf
Stagnated places,
We take off
And fall down
Sleepless nights,
Shaky ash, cigarette light
And our poems
Just like that,
By the way.
But don't be afraid
Of not enough love
In your life.
Just teach me to part
Trains, planes, stations.

Please tell me sommelier
Is there in your wine list
Such a wine, where
There is a taste of rain
And taste of sun light,
A bit of childish joy,
A bit of sadness
And aftertaste of youth?
No madam, I regret ,
We don't have such bouquet,
The only i can offer you
Is vodka

First summer rain.
I open and then
I fold up my umbrella.
…………
First one, then another
Leaf trembles
On the apple tree
………
You smile.
Far away the bird takes off
From the slow ice floe

The contract between you and God
You saw in the smoke of fire.
You went through depths of hell.
A slave of the body desires,
But a master of your heart,
You always had a lot to tell...
Although
There were crowds around,
You was alone.
You was too strong
To show
What happened in your soul.
Your deep emotions
Were read in every line
You wrote ..
And that was so fine
To read , to hear, to absorb
But life goes on
Blessed be your way .
And may the love and joy
Light up your every day

The snow in the middle of spring
How abnormal is it.
As if the day light cut
Into my night dream,
As if the cities are drowned
In a snowy road.
As if the happiness
Is stalled
And the earth is stopped.
What was it all?
Maybe the Moon
Felt madly in love
With the North Pole?

Evening lanterns,
Strung on the fishing line,
Glimpses of light
In my path.
Everything from before
Is not important anymore.
A web of good reasons
To leave ...

There is no salt
In my eyes,
There is no pepper
In my words.
No more pain
In my heart.
I close my eyes
And I fly away.
I absorb the freedom
Of my flight.
I open my eyes
And I see the seas;
Sea of wind,
Sea of color lines
Sea of spring..

Everything  achievable
Is not significant
Anymore.
Only something lighter than air,
Deeper than dreams,
Brighter than  stars
Makes sense to me

February
A desperate frost
On the sharp edge of ice.
In the palm of your hand: thorns
Of roses,
Slightly contrived neurosis
And melt water.
February
A premonition of spring.
In your heart:
A winter longing
And dreams of April

You are the last shadow
Of the period of my life,
Filled with shadows.
I return to the light,
You have to disappear,
Like the darkness of the night
When sun appears.

I cannot keep you like a bird in a cage!
Sometimes you read poetry to me.
Sometimes you forgive me my sins.
Sometimes you are my life-giving water
Sometimes... only sometimes.
You have so many rules,
I will never learn them all.
You know, I am not an angel,
And I cannot change it.
I cannot keep you like a bird in a cage!
Sometimes you read poetry to me....
Sometimes...

I am as poor as the nature
And as simple as heaven
My freedom is ghostly
Like the voices
Of midnight birds.
I see the breathless moon
And the sky,
Which is deathlier than the canvas;
I accept
Your painful and strange world,
Emptiness!

Queens don't hide their crown
In the shopping bag.
They do not bother to invite anyone
To spend the evening at their throne,
Strangers are not allowed to see
The bitterness of loss in their hearts.
Queens dress up in a smile
When they put on their dress
In the morning
They accept admiration
As a tribute,
And do not melt from flattery.
They do not curse loneliness,
Seeing happy couples ...
Queens are waiting for those
Who are worth
Of their feelings and honor.
But they do not believe
Real kings still exist somewhere.
You cannot change the royal essence:
Do not trade your soul
For crumbs of random shine,
Take care of your crown