Archive for the ‘Время!’ Category

Cuckoo Clock, Crooked, Kucku

Time marches on,

relentlessly, mercilessly, mockingly.

Time evaporates,

desecrates, eviscerates, obliterates.

Hope, gone.

Resistance, futile.

Tomorrow, die, or do it all again.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Petrarch & Laura's First Meet (Marie Spartali Stillman)

She asked if I still played cards.

Alas, not since Red Berlin turned Brown, I replied.

So much, then and since, lost meaning.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

*I*, am struggling with today.

*They*, are talking about tomorrow, excited and relishing prospects.

I want to forget anything beyond the past.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

Hopefully, by the time you read this

it is no longer contemporaneous;

the feeling, I pray, has passed,

and despairing misery

has become differently.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Chasy-slomanniy

It is said: God’s timing is perfect.

Alas, this world and its people are not …

They aspire to contrive, exploit, deprive

each other,

every waking (and sleeping) moment.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

basseyn.jpg

Man-child acts like a teenager, he explains,

because he didn’t get to be one when he was one.

Life on Earth,

misplaced time,

and everlasting brief.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2019-12-04_01-47-14

Temporality passes,

by definition they imply,

but this denies the pain

that seems everlasting.

This “thing” passes?

Maybe, but as far as I remember,

it’s all I’ve ever known.

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vremya

“All the time in the world!” …

Until said world ends.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vremya

Wonderful, beautiful ideas,

I am driven to think, explore.

Strands enticing in myriad directions,

intriguing …

But life and time intrude,

like a neighbor’s chainsaw,

“reality”, hah,

the night is bleeding away.

Ultimate frustration, desperation,

despair,

I’m all too aware …

Tomorrow’s clock is ticking.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Otto Mueller_ Tänzerin mit Schleier, 1903 v2

Tuesday, I was briefly happy.

In 1875, I was not yet born.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat