Archive for the ‘Memories’ Category

Clouds (Ruthenium-106 article)

Fitfully, I drift in and out of consciousness.

Grasping for respite in the teeth of agony.

Meaning and reason dissolves

as I see him, briefly,

beautiful as ever, despite betrayal.

Pain overwhelms.

… Is this life,

or a fleeting memory?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hole In Wall

That thing which I seemed to brush off yesterday,

haunts and taunts me today,

makes me less likely to…

Do anything tomorrow.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Perfidy, Betrayal. Knife & Flowers Behind Back

Memories that tickle my fancy,

whimsical pleasantry,

develop, digress,

remind me in turn,

of perfidy

and things that should not be.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Grave Stones

Busy time for memories,

series of days, to commemorate,

life which was, gone too soon,

alas, for someone, as always.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Red, Glass Shattered, Broken

Happy memories,

delight, sting and seep away;

bleeding cut finger.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Foto Album 1

My life, my memories, my agonies.

All things past, today seem farce.

Flashbacks,

yesterday’s gladness,

now sadness.

Pain and betrayal cast a shadow over all…

I regret every wasted effort,

every unprotected breath.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

osenniy_park_i_relsy

Soft seat, or hard?

We’re equal, more or less.

… Forward,

forward,

Vyborg!

… Minds on fire.

The train will reach it’s destination

regardless of heart’s desire.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

….

 

Mauer fällt

Gradually, I put the pieces together,

ultimately, then

the edifice crumbles,

and the wall

falls.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I was an idiot,

sad but true.

Let’s blame it on youthful ignorance,

indiscretion,

being in a rush to find and express myself,

still, I blush,

remembering…

I was an idiot yesterday.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Aus 1

And me,

with only one Ruble

and one Dollar

to my name.

Indeed, the Dollar is Australian,

whatever that means.

Nonetheless,

I have peace.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat