Acrostic
The Need
for a Pot
Poetic
hunger made me starving one night
Opened laptop pretending I am taking a bite
Empty stomach and soul were not satisfied
Transient beggar of mind - didn't feel right!
Recipes great from my Epulaeryu site
Yielded spoonfuls of rhythm and humor so bright
So I fired up the stovetop, asked friends for a light
Our fantasy soup flooded steams of delight
Uniquely created in a midsummer night
Patiently stirring talent by a secret White Knight...
Museum of
Stuffed Souls
I sank my
fragile being in delights of dew
Waltz on cheeks of people, through mosaic of eyes
I also whispered HIM, when He tried to rain
My secret bits of wishes... returning to the fields
I dove into abyss so to revive with grace
and let my deer absorb me surviving drought of soul
But Keeper of The Cage allows me only be
A maze of salty traces on lifeless eyes of beads...
written at 12 years old
If Only I
Could Be a Drop ...
If only I could
be a drop of crystalline water
In thousands and thousands of humans I would live
I would stay motionless in hearts and hover...
An angel moved me in my sleep
and took me way beneath the white Earth...
I slowly slide through the Happiness Channel
in which Love laughingly screams...
My terror-stricken heart collides
with the desperation of the centuries that pass...
written at 11 and a half, translated now.
Art Photo: Autumn Whisper
Let US
Pray: Free
Verse: Psalm of the Homeless
