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Natalya Guseva

My visitor from the future,

alas,

has become a ghost from the past.

Men, women, systems,

self-interest, manipulations and power plays,

what chance does our idealism ever stand?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1.19 (2020) a

Life, I’m told,

gets progressively worse.

The longer we live, it seems,

the more pain we experience.

Perhaps, hopefully,

there are moments of peace and happiness mixed in,

but is the dispersal of such equal among everyone?

Alas, obviously not.

… Evolution of the species.

Wishing better for Epiphany.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

SPb TV Tower

Leninist University of Millions on TV,

Welcome home, it’s telling me,

Happy day,

Yesterday.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

v2

So many thoughts,

so many ideas,

insights, realizations,

paths to

enlightenment.

So many voices outside

and in,

clamoring,

trying,

vying,

to make me blind.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Aurora

Tonight, I can hope.

Forestall tomorrow’s knowing,

sad reality.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

baikal

Peace, looking at sky…

Eternal gift, by God’s Grace.

Business wants to block.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sea Idyll_ Sorolla, 1908

We ate and we smiled.

Later, deep conversation.

And then I woke up.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

9.10

He asked if he could take me to lunch,

say,

a café.

That’s a waste of money, I replied,

and besides, I’d rather eat under a tree,

fresh air and sound of bees.

Make something and bring it to me.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Kz, TV

You call it garbage.

Perhaps,

yet,

somehow it feeds me

something I need.

Nourishment,

satisfying and gratifying

primal urges,

like Sunflower seed purges.

Base reasons for living.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

7.24 (1251)

I felt the need,

compelled,

by something beyond words

or “common sense”,

laws, societal reason

or public interests.

Indeed,

this is personal

and,

as such,

it is all important

and inexplicable to others.

Today, I continued breathing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat