Sketchbook Zhanna P. Rader

Grown Wiser

Young age doesn’t know,
Old age isn’t able,
A Slav saying goes
I thought it a fable.

The Truth Of A Belief

Believe in anything your dreams desire.
Beliefs keep morals and morale intact
And fuel with heart our soul’s creative fire
Which feeds our confidence. Truth? How exact?
What hurts no one, for what your spirit sings—
Why, that’s the truth. But also here’s the fact:
It differs for some other human beings.

 The Letter " "

I  ried  o wri e a le  er
Wi hou   he le  er “ ”,
Because my old  ypewri er
Had se   he le  er free.

I failed  o wri e a le  er
Wi hou   he le  er “ ”.
I found I was addic ed
 o  he absen ee.

Late At Night

Late at night, oh, how I hate
To turn off my monitor!
We’re like one. I know, it’s fate.
I’m its loyal visitor.

I enjoy, for many hours,
Web sites, mail and poetry.
They unite their special powers
And enslave—but also free.

Thus, I hate to go to bed—
I stay up ‘til dawn instead.

A Viceroy Butterfly

A viceroy above the orchids—
the fanning wings soundless.
An exotic
two-stamenned blossom
suspended in the air;
a tiny fragment of sunset,
flickering…
becoming a memory…



or


Viceroy
over the phlox,
the fanning wings soundless—
a tiny fragment of sunset
alights.



They Did Not Listen

Cassandra warned,
“Don’t touch that horse!”
The Trojans wouldn’t heed.
Their city fell,
Their women raped—
A pay for lust and greed.

 

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