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Gale
Senior Member

since 2013-06-10

Posts 578
Russia

0 posted 2016-01-12 09:59 AM

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When hope is gone,
No stars, no sun,
Despair is deep.
Your nights pass by,
You can’t survive,
Nor fall asleep.
The clock is striking half past one,
Your heart is sore
For all the dreams you can’t enliven
Anymore.

Afraid of time, you feel its hands
Around your throat:
The lack of air, the lack of sense,
The lack of thought.
Tormenting nights remind you of a fairy tale
About the girl who spent in sleep her every day
Until her promised Mr. Right scraped through the shrub
To kiss her lips, as meant to be, and wake her up.

You’d like to sleep enough at last
Not being dead.
You envy her the youth and life
She has ahead.
And you believe that dreams are easier than life:
Just lie in bed and watch a film – no deeds, no strife.

I know so much about that,
You’ll be surprized,
So I could tell you what I felt
And memorized.

Her soul is wandering above her feeble flesh
The world so weird that she often feels abashed.
It throws her up, it brings her down, it seems insane.
She doesn’t guess, it’s all illusive: joy and pain.
And when she meets someone, she hopes, he is a friend.
And when the skies start falling down, she meets the end.
As many times as many dreams before her eyes
She lives her life like it is real,
And so she dies.

She flies up freely to avoid
The fire of guns,
She drives her spaceship through the void
To other suns.
An infidel, she talks to god
While playing chess,
And if she wins, he’ll give a nod
And even bless.
God never tries to put on airs
As one could think:
No time for pride when you must care for everything.

Another dream
She was a girl before the king
Reproaching him:
It’s silly that he wants to kill.
But now she’s staring at the dread atomic cloud
And feeling mute, unable to draw a breath to shout.
Tsunami waves
Like crashing walls
Against the coast
Have swept and swallowed it at once, forever lost…
While she could simply fly away from certain death,
She’s watching it, as if her feet froze to the earth.
And let her reach the hearts and minds of young and old,
Who said that beauty really can defend the world?

A happy, lucky, pretty girl
From le beau monde…
Who will descry a silver curl
If she’s a blond?
And who could fancy
Her serenity is fake?
A hundred years
She sees nightmares
And can’t awake.

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05/01/2016

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2016-01-12 04:56 PM

Wow, quite impressive, dear Galina!

Very vivid and compelling ...

Love,
Margherita

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2016-01-14 09:03 PM

nice piece of writing...james

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

3 posted 2016-01-15 05:56 AM

Gale
I like this poems mixture of metaphor, and stark reality.

my favorite lines

"God never tries to put on airs
As one could think:
No time for pride when you must care for everything."

Well done...:-)

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

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