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
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
Something happens somewhere. Between heart beats, between pulse throbs… something happens between you and me. I inhale.
Suddenly serendipity
haven’t yet had
morning coffee
and already fingers
freely streaming
my sleepy feeling
can’t dissuade
What am I feeling?
A fragile lotus
arouses from
the innermost recesses
of me
Its petals glimmer
They spire through sleepy slough
My core breaks
into bloom
What am I feeling?
I’m endlessly grateful to Spahr Plops, an amazing poet and my great friend, for this collaboration. It was really transcendental experience. It was insight. It was a breath-holding poem. I exhale…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & SPAHR PLOPS
© 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