Category Archives: STRICT POETIC FORMS

Blooming

for my Purple Creature

Please, please, don’t think that
butterflies are silly with
a short memory

Please, please, don’t think that
they sit on this withered bush
without a purpose

No… They remember
its beauty. They remember
all colors and forms

How it bloomed before
a thunder-bolt that summer
Yes, they remember

They sit the same day
every year… it’s a present
The birthday present
The present from butterflies
for their depressed withered friend

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Blame it on the Rainbow

You’re out for
a walk every day
buttoned from
throat to knees
the hood pulled over your head
Man-in-Heavy-Sheath

You’re untouched
by the Sun and rains
You’re sheltered
You’re secure
Nothing can hurt your soft pith
Man-in-Heavy-Sheath

But one day
one beautiful day
a strange rain
flecked your coat
You didn’t care, you were careless
Man-in-Heavy-Sheath

You got home
You hung your wet coat
on a hook
and you missed
shimmering rainbow spatters
on your heavy sheath

Next morning
you put on your coat
buttoned from
throat to knees
and went out into the street
Man-in-Heavy-Sheath

A few steps…
and… what the devil?
You felt how
the Sun heats
your back… Something strange happened
with your heavy sheath

You’re so scared
You run to your home
You should clean
You should wash
You can’t let the Sun disturb
your soft pith again

You can’t sleep
You have a nightmare
how you walk
stark naked
and the most horrible thing
that you feel happy

Next morning
you put on your coat
buttoned from
throat to knees
Oh, poor Man-in-Heavy-Sheath…
can’t you believe? Still?

Day-by-day
you pace the small room
Night-by-night
you don’t sleep
You must forget this feeling
You must recall it

You’re drained by
fright and exhaustion
You’re ready
to end this
You run through an open door
like a suicide

You come round
naked on the road
You feel how
the Sun strokes…
and the most horrible thing…
Hey! Say it out loud!

…I sit here
happy and guilty
Should I say
“I’m sorry”
for spattering you with love,
Man-lost-Heavy-Sheath?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Toleration

A butterfly dies
with wings putting together
Palms of a prayer
Confession and repentance
of a happy careless life

An ant who devours
death and flesh, feelers and legs
never touches wings
never cuts off a prayer
It’s the greatest blasphemy

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

a Walkover

Poetry can touch
only milk-and-water girls! –
Would you bet on it?

Hey, sure thing! – OK…
Can you give me a crayon,
moron? – What?! – I won!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

The Blog Tour Award. The four winds. Part 1 – Boreas

You and me
take three simple words
Sun-Moon-Sky
You and me
start to compose a haiku
Just Five-Seven-Five

You and me
aren’t original
Look – ‘The Sun
shines brightly
The Moon shimmers tenderly
in the boundless Sky’

You and me
juxtapose haikus
We’re amazed
It’s the same
as we spot the difference
between fingerprints

Your Sun warms
My Sun burns, ground out
Your Moon is
for poets
My Moon is for those who have
Lunaphobia

Your Sky… well,
Skies are similar
A canvas
No, rather
a blank sheet of paper for
our diagnoses

You and me
lay under the blue
where two Suns
where two Moons
hang out in one boundless Sky…
Apples-Oranges

the-blog-tour

Well, guys… It’s the first part of my journey where I have been kicked by one charming Babe. And it looks like I decided to turn to dismemberment. Dammit! Yes, my sweetie, it’s too late to apologize!

How does my work differ from others in my genre? It differs almost as much as my gene combination differs from others.
(see poem above)

And today I deliver the first gold ticket to the north, to Matthew Cauffman aka This Mortal Flesh. Matthew, there are proper rules for you:
(your date is Monday, June 15th)

1) Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
2) Give your nominees the rules and a specific Monday to post.
3) Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
– How does my work differ from others in my genre?
– How does my writing/creative process work?
– Why do I write or create what I do?
– What am I working on at the moment?
4) Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).

Unbolt has done her duty. Let him go… well, not for long.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015