Category Archives: TATI’S POEMS

Miss Misliked

of course, now I should put a sexy picture above
and earn an additional ‘like’ below

of course, now you should think, “WOW… a sexy chick!”
associate me with a provocative illustration
and make such a sought-after click

of course… but I’m a total ditz and always trip outside the mainstream
I don’t want to lie to you, my Reader
I’m run-of-the-mill. I’m tedious. I’m dim

so, let me step away from others’ enchanting masks and wiles
and just do what I can… try to seduce you with my candid poetry style

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Collaboration: A Canvas

Method two madness.

I have followed this amazing blog from the very first days of my blogging.
I’m a faithful fan of Kerfe and Nina… two wizards of artworks.

Yes, I do love handicrafts and I can do many things with my hands…
(Oops… don’t let me mention my half-finished scarves and a sweater without sleeves!)

Can you imagine my enthusiasm when I got a letter from Kerfe? No, you can’t! I was truly happy that I could become a part of this creative celebration! WOW! JUST WOW!

Please, enjoy!

It’s worth reading… and to be seen! Don’t miss this blog, guys! I would never cheat you, my dearest Readers, and I’m not going to cheat you this time. It’s really great!

P.S. My personal favorites are mandalas. Stunning, fantastic and unusual mandalas created by Kerfe… OMG! I’m in love! ❤

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

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a Canvas

Its motions are chary and deft.
Stitch by stitch. Right to left.
I’m a warp. You’re a weft.

Time weaves a life canvas…

 by UNBOLT

© All rights reserved 2014

Tetiana Aleksina’s poem of last December proved the perfect muse for an idea I had in the back of my mind at the time.  I arranged and cross-stitched it onto one of the working graphs done during my many years as a knit designer.

I probably have several hundred of these graphs, along with knitted swatch samples, that I haven’t repurposed or discarded yet (I threw out many of the graphs and now I’m regretting it a bit…).  What to do with them?  I’ve made dolls and pillows and masks from the swatches, but haven’t done anything before with the designs on paper.

Tia (aka Unbolt) always provides vivid images in her poetry.  She also enjoys collaborations.  Her poem”A Canvas” takes…

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Arriving

I walked down the street.
Nice weather and blah-blah-blah…
I didn’t hurry.

“Hey! Excellent news!
Today you’ve got a great chance
to arrive at God!”

A woman… she seemed…
ahem… slightly motheaten.
Yes, inside and out.

“Do you mean me? No…
I prefer a private chat.”
A low joke, I know.

She muttered, “Lost sheep.”
I hate mutters at my back…
I didn’t hurry.

“10 minutes for you.
And then 10 minutes for me.
The clock is ticking!”

I listened to her.
Her motheaten preachments.
Whole 10 minutes. (Yawn.)

My turn. “Go, ma’am, go!”
This is my favorite roof,
my favorite time.

7.59PM. A sunset.
“Don’t worry… I’ll hold your hand…
Well… Are you ready?”

…the bare sky poured down
the liquid sun on our heads.
We were light-spattered.

The Revelation.
Her books were scattered. They looked
poorly, quite grotesque…

“Did you petrify?!
Open your arms if you want the Beloved’s embrace!
God arrived at us…”

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

a Catchy question

“Sane people don’t write
poems. Do you agree?”
I nod, “Surely!”
and think, “…rhymes with poorly.”
Colleagues esteem my good sense.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Misguided

Sometimes you fly in the electric sky
and doubt… WTF am I doing here?
Sometimes you wake in a president’s tie
and cry… WTF am I doing here?
You’re a spoiled child… and boom! You’re a scapegoat
and bleat… WTF am I doing here?

Hey, you can’t win a regatta aboard a tugboat…
Stop doubt; cry, bleat. Jump overboard. Take control and steer!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015