Doggerel

I was licking it like a kitten licks its fur.
I was combing and coaxing it ‘purr… purr…’
It snorted at me and ran away to online.
My disheveled doggerel with the waggly last line…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

a Wind horse

A wind horse gallops
on the fields of dreams with ease.
You crave for riding
but you cannot get your tongue
around its authentic name.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

I start

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

When you will cut me…

When you cut me up, to pieces
And flatten out all my creases
You will discover the real me.

Like the growth cycles of trees –
My dear books, my funny sprees,
My music… All that makes me free.

…what makes me happy… makes me free.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

I was born

At that time I was a real philosopher…

I was levitating in the centre of my celestial sphere and was meditating head over heels. My reflections were stitching space like golden threads and were forming subtle intricate patterns. Nothing could disturb my thinking. Only stray stars with majestic manes were drifting by my windows and were illumining walls with a multitude of bright motes…

I was happy. I was absolutely and unconditionally happy. But my happiness was brief. Time had tugged me. I had stabbed space. I was born. I was crying powerlessly. I knew that it is a deception. I knew that it will kill all my recollections about my late happiness. It will turn all my beloved recollections into ruins. I was crying…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014