Poetry of day

WAR CONTINUES

The war goes on.The war goes on.War runs.War flies.Today I rememberwith what passionin my childhoodwe used to shoot at the…

4 days ago

“Love is bitter by separation, by almonds…”

* * * Love is bitter by separation, by almonds, a ruined era, November, the splinter that sticks out in…

2 weeks ago

“Creator…”

* * *Creator,take me throughthe warto the shore of childhood,where so beautiful and naiveLife began,where the toy daysnot knowing tirednessin…

6 months ago

“Cyrillic script of sands in the sand clock…”

* * *Cyrillic script of sandsin the sand clockis similarto the barkhans ,dunes,ridgesand evento the tornstringsof violin,to the pain of…

6 months ago

“I dreamed of your eyes – islands…”

*** I dreamed of your eyes - islands of loneliness in the ocean of human suffering and shot at point-blank…

7 months ago

“While night declaims…”

While  night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion. On the top of the…

7 months ago

“ The last city, of the last star…”

*** The last city, of the last star. Holidays of happiness. Years of doubt, years of silence. You at the…

7 months ago

“Childhood – flower pollen…”

*** Childhood – flower pollen, garden of time is fading, prairie of expectations, silk grass, wind is playing the violin.…

7 months ago

“Giving riddles light…”

*** Givingriddles light,burdenedwith a mystery of summer,frozen in the herbariumof omenin the museumof poet’s voice. Translated by Nataliya Ogienko.

8 months ago

“Bach’s singing of war faces…”

Bach’s singing of war faces. Don’t ask why there are no birds. Why the ground is plowed with fear. Why the air walls are stained with…

8 months ago

“Oxen of guilt…”

Oxen of guilt.Yoke of war.Rewardof Divine losses.The sun’svictoriousflag is looming.We are dying.And after deathwe speed upour pace.We knowhow to escape…

9 months ago

What’s the hurry when there’s no waiting…

* * * What's the hurry when there's no waitingwhen there's nothing but separation When the surf of the minutes is…

1 year ago

Two winters…

* * * Two winters,two springsand one war.But the moonAlready shinesbrighter than the sundriving outthe hordes of darknessfrom our Earth.…

1 year ago

NO ONE KNOWS YET

My associations to one of the poems read by my friend, the outstanding Azeri-Turkish poet of our time Mehmet Ismail.Memories…

1 year ago

Pain

When the Creator gives countries and peoples large areas, countless natural wealth, then He experiences these countries and these peoples.…

1 year ago

The dew bells are ringing…

* * *  The dew bells are ringing; the wind flaps, claps. A death-by-bullet movie is made; ghouls, ghouls. The…

1 year ago