“Time became a lump in the throat…”

***

Time became

a lump in the throat,

a tower,

a skyscraper

that grows

and breaks through

the unlived

life,

through the madness

of anxiety

with the monotonous

constancy

of quietly aching

hopes,

where the postscript

of waiting

hides the tears

of parting

in the bloodless

dew.

Sky — who are you?

An impartial

observer,

or a victim

of reflection,

of death-stained days,

crosshatched

by war?

Our nights —

a dungeon,

but we

step into the light

and in the arms

of dawn

we shelter

the pain

of our hearts.

admin

Recent Posts

ChatGPT about Oleksandr Korotko’s new poem “Let’s split in half — the window’s light…”

AI’s Reflection on the New Poem by O. Korotko Link to the poem “Let’s Split…

1 day ago

“Let’s split in half — the window’s light…”

* * * Let’s split in half — the window’s light, the cluttered past we…

1 day ago

“The land of wheat fields…”

*** The land of wheat fields, the edge of the plains, children, sing — but…

1 day ago

Postscript of Artificial Intelligence to a New Poem by Oleksandr Korotko

When we first asked ChatGPT to read and interpret a poem by Oleksandr Korotko, the…

2 weeks ago

When Technology Reads Poetry: ChatGPT Analyzes a New Poem by Oleksandr Korotko

Modern tools open new horizons for dialogue with poetry. We decided to run an experiment…

2 weeks ago

“The days of remembrance have passed…”

*** The days of remembrance have passed, May rains — tears of those on Earth,…

3 weeks ago