A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
It should be born in a low-priced inn,
It should be written on a paper napkin,
It should be crumpled and straightway
It should be burned in the ashtray…
A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Hush! Don’t break this transparent jiffy!
Its existence is so iffy…
Like a drop that touches the water edge.
Like a wind that sings in the withered sedge.
Like somebody who puts a hand on your shoulder…
The jiff is a breaker. The jiff is a moulder.
I always ask myself during such nascence –
Can I adopt my life experience?
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
…like a heavy stone, a word.
It is difficult for my parlance.
Because in my cozy and dumb world
I use as a rule—to be silence.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 