Category Archives: POEMS

Why do you crave my Autumn? // Что в осени тебе моей?

This post was created at the insistence of Cyan Ryan. His friendly support and professional editing helped me to express myself as fully as possible in English, in a language that isn’t native for me. This post is a punctilious translation of my poem in Russian, that was published before on the 10th of October, 2014. And I’m happy that now I can present you a really high-quality translation!

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Why do you crave my Autumn?
She is untameable and transparent.
She has few cheery days, and many dreary greys.
Her cold hand can’t enhearten with its touch.
Her pale cheeks never blush from sensual affections or lust.
Only empty endlessness lies behind Her pellucid blue eyes’ lids.
Her altar, a pedestal entitled ‘Eternity’, is seasoned with the ashes of the ordinary.

I met Her by chance one noisy summer day.
It looked like She loved me.
She passed away long ago, while Her residue remained within.
Why do you so crave my Autumn?

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Что в осени тебе моей?
Она дика и молчалива.
Немного в ней веселых дней
И много – серых и тоскливых.
Ее холодная рука
Не ободрит прикосновеньем,
И не зардеется щека
Желанья сладостным томленьем.
В глазах прозрачных голубых –
Лишь пустота и бесконечность.
Усыпан прахом дел земных
Алтарь – подножье слова ‘Вечность’

В один из шумных летних дней
Я с ней случайно повстречалась.
Похоже, нравилась я ей…
Она давно уже скончалась,
Но часть ее во мне осталась.
Что в осени тебе моей?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Hunter/Death by Purple Creature

The Night is coming,
The Hunter smiles a sly smile.
Darkness is his friend,
Stillness is his anthem.
The Hunter will descend upon you
With the quickness of lightening,
And the power of Thor’s might hammer.
Don’t be afraid,
Take comfort in knowing,
He is here specifically for you.
The Hunter,
Has been tracking you,
Has been watching you,
And now has come for you.
Before your body collapses to the floor,
If you concentrate, for a fleeting moment,
You will be able to smell the sweetness
Of the Hunters aroma,
Just before he draws your last breath.
Into his mouth,
Into his Soul,
Where you will now reside FOREVERMORE…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Maybe (Through the Looking-Glass)

Maybe… maybe it’s time to shout ‘Mayday!’
Maybe… maybe it’s time to break off your fake play!

I’m sick of beating these walls of morals!
Their tips are less droll than the Gregorian Chorales!

Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
Please, Alice, please, stop to flee!

Maybe it’s time to step through the Looking-Glass.
Alice, I beg, show me your sass!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a Refuge

please, let me to lay
on this cold granitic stone
between grey and grey.

please, let me to say –
I’m exhausted and alone
I feel total splay.

please, let me to flay
I’m ready to give a feast,
I’ll wait birds of prey.

please, let me to stay!
I found my latest refuge
between grey and grey…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

My first (and unexpected) collaboration

It’s not a verse, actually. Rather, it’s a creative flow. It was started just out of the blue. I didn’t realize that we had started until the third strophe. It was an open start, and we decided to leave an open final because this dance can’t be finished…

Thank you, Kasey, for such an amazing experience! Will you dance with me again?

A DANCE

I’m like water. Water of life… Water of death… I’m just flowing and dissolving all that I meet. While you float into eternity in the currents of time, I’m the rocks beneath the surface. Silent, worn and still. I’m singing, I’m dancing, I’m playing with a pebble. I’m tickling your rocky heels and smoothing your rough pleats. Shadows waving over us as the wind dances with the tall grass along the shore, taming the sun’s heat. Earth’s ballet going unnoticed. It’s going unnoticed… We are involved in our dance. A passionate bolero is whirling us. A dance of Water and Stone. All other things don’t make sense. Hear the sounds of a soothing melody, so lovely and bright. Guiding us towards desires held tight. Somebody says that it’s a battle. A wave was broken, a rock was bitten… But it is only silly tattle. Moving to the rhythm of the currents, we’ve danced our way downstream. Polished enough to reflect her beauty back at her, we drift, soaked in moonlight. The rhythm becomes faster… the song becomes free… the brilliant variations, the giddy pirouettes. Enchanted moon looks down on our silhouettes. Spiraling into eternity, the sound echos through and through. Giving the greatest view, our movements were laid down within the stars…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
© All rights reserved 2014