Archive for the ‘Душа’ Category

Fingerprints (Schwarz & Rot)

Pain seeps soul away;

or maybe it’s who we are:

sum experience.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Black Square

In a dark room, there is peace,

no mirror to reflect in superficially,

no window to see or hear others through.

In a dark room, in quietude,

without external distraction

without sensory stimulation

and base manipulation,

left alone,

there is freedom to be deep,

to detachedly think,

to commune with my soul.

In solitary confinement,

my captors assume I will angrily stew

and tear myself apart,

but they are wrong:

In solitary confinement,

I rejoice!

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Душа, Dusha

I try to be more mindful,

but it seems impossible:

too many distractions and complications

crying out, demanding compromise,

confusion.

I try to be more mindful…

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

L'vov_

Whirlwind idyll.

Incongruous, cacophony,

somehow melodic and fitting,

it soothes my transplanted soul

(suppressing feelings of being but not belonging).

Tonight I surrender to the pulsating release,

and sing: “Lemberg, L’vov, L’viv,

let’s get married!”

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Warp Drive 2

Alas, the transience of pleasure,

and the permanence of despair.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Потеря

Relentless.

News, views, blog posts,

talk,

rarely deep, occasionally meaningful,

usually shallow, repetitive,

chatter,

jarring, arrhythmic,

typically predictable,

always, alas, enthusiastic.

So tiring to be around.

I need to be alone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

CW Eckersberg_ Kvinde_foran_et_spejl 2

I lost myself somewhere along the way,

so I am told.

But really?

Life, we adapt.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

USA 2

So,

at airport security,

I refused to take my wristwatch off,

a Swatch, I know and love,

but, alas, the more you bend it

the sooner the strap will crack.

A simple thing, I told them,

an unnecessary futility.

So,

they tore my flight ticket

and took me away,

arrested.

Surely that’s not commensurate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

baikal

Hope and *Believe*

in Miracles.

Because, what else do we have to grasp?

Cleopatra’s asp and fear?

No! … Despair sucks us down.

I know it’s so,

as pain persists,

but, if and when you can,

resist.

And believe in *some* kind of miracle,

a possibility,

whatever your mind’s eye can muster.

Look beyond the horizon:

see epiphany and bliss.

Then turn inward, friend,

intimate, honest, candid,

and speak to God.

Cry,

speak and listen.

Commune

with

Peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Halicarnassus Mausoleum

Do you really want to be buried?

Put in ground, consecrated today,

and desecrated tomorrow?

If not people,

then nature and gods,

lay waste, it would seem,

to Artemisia’s hubris.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat