Archive for the ‘Свобода’ Category

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Relatives, are relative …

Family: they all have their needs,

and they all want something from you.

True?

The good ones will be there for you too –

alas, mine was not one of these.

Perfidious scum, they bled me dry

and ran away.

Relatively free,

somewhat at peace,

alone at sea.

Why would I complain?

(Haunted by memories…)

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Sand To Go

Something within, from so far away,

like I’ve swallowed a piece of meteorite,

it remains, feels like it belongs,

as providence,

yes,

this is *me*,

defying “logic” and people’s sneers,

free, uncontainable

as sand to go, evolve,

beyond time and place,

surmounting rhyme and reason …

Marching to the beat of a different drum.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

5

She had potential, they say,

and now,

*look* what she has become…

It’s too bad,

it’s such a shame…

But she decided

she didn’t want to play the game.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Old Bayern

I pull the door shut

to give myself some space.

Stale air, after all,

is better than no air.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Read, Books, Dream, Fly

It’s OK,

I don’t either…

I don’t feel very heroic today.

So, let’s float…

Together, separately,

as we will.

Imperatives can wait,

go away,

be ignored.

“Revolt!” I say

and

“Leave us in peace.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Less than two years ago, they knew me,

now, I’d been forgotten, apparently.

Actually, I’m glad I haven’t been recognized.

Both then and now, I was and am

an outsider,

separate but here,

with these kids,

together but apart.

Shared experience, but not identity.

I prepare myself for the coming exam.

I hear one ask another: “Who’s that?”

Then: “I don’t know, the anonymous one.”

I smile within myself: How far I have come!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sky, Stars

Late, so late, yes,

but I enjoy the peace, the freedom,

being alone, in dark surrounds.

Tomorrow can wait.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Anke Wischnewski

Sometimes, pained and drained,

you get tired of fighting

and/or overcoming…

you just wanna let it be,

take the path of least resistance,

lie back,

slide.

It’s the most natural thing in this world!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Тег мокрая

Allegedly, apparently, or possibly

(depending on who’s telling me),

I’ve become something

I used to despise.

And,

I don’t care.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Suzie Washington 2

I used to be “me”,

I used to be *somebody*,

she tries to taunt me.

But now I am free.

I walk away.

Je m’en fous!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat