My freak show,
My house of throe,
My leper colony… parking for hearses.
I loose a stop-brace,
I pretend ‘Poker face’,
I click on the file ‘My non-finished verses’.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
My freak show,
My house of throe,
My leper colony… parking for hearses.
I loose a stop-brace,
I pretend ‘Poker face’,
I click on the file ‘My non-finished verses’.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
I gawp at the screen.
White pixels goggle at me.
An opening scene…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
The Vermilion Moon… I lift up my arms.
Chandra Namaskar. My Saint Vitus’s dance.
My stream is smooth. My breath is deep.
I count pulse. I curve and slip.
Another circle… a bow… a leap…
My rite is done. It’s time to reap.
The Moon is glad. It smiles and winks.
It drips on sheets like bleeding inks…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
To write, or not to write, that is the question…
But not while a hellish Muse keeps a gun
And air in your room is full of tension.
What must be done, that will be done.
To write, to write, to write… and no questions!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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A faint light,
A distant bight,
A noble knight –
A common sight.
My sleepless night,
My senseless fight,
My fall and flight.
I start to write…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014