who
are happy
We
are like worms we are like worms
We
crawl underground
*
The
weather forecast was for
Tears
instead of rain
Nobody
is resurrected
Dahlias
have blossomed
In
every petal a breath of air
In
every breath of air
God
was called by his patronymic
They
believed in God according to the national
Calling
a patch of unfortunate land a state a country
Ripe
apples in the garden
Tomato
juice through the veins in spring,
The
weather forecast deceived
In
spring, bones come down on the grass
And
nothing happens
*
Snow
leopard in the snow
Snow
and wool glitter in the snow
The
white bird turns into snow
And
jumps from a height
Onto
the black earth
*
The
deaf write their songs in white night
Because
the deaf are sighted
In
the black night they rise into the sky
And
recite loud lines to themselves
To
not scare
Those
who are happy
(Reprint
by QLRS, Vol. 22 No. 1 Jan 2023)
This poem smells blue
This
poem smells blue
| |
|
The
colour of wrinkles in the sky
Black
shapes in clear water
∆
This
verse will be picked up by crows in the morning
And
they will be thrown from heaven
On
icy concrete heart rocks
~
All
in vain
.
(Reprint by Stone Poetry Journal)
Haiku
aluminum
birds
even
they come back
from
warm countries home
(Reprint
by Divotlit)
Haiku
sakura
gave me silence
the
flowers of the soul open
and
the sky is bright
(Winning
poem by EJCA Haiku contest 2023)
No
title
in
the black box of the plane is stored the black night of the soul
we
are not born on this day
we
are not dead this day
we
are not alive today
we
are in eternal night in a dispute with God and Lucifer
(Reprint by Big Window Review)
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