Poetry With Pic

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Creamy taste of past

The nostalgia always skimming
On the top of boiled , tired thoughts
Making you believe of Jesus really walked across the water
That past somehow was a magic world of miracles indeed
Everything looked better, rosier and simpler

Is it a creamy taste of past
Or fancy cover on the brain confection born with
Indulging yourselves to travel through the younger years
Reliving the impossibility of coming back in real life
The secret defense mechanism against the harshness

Whatever reason of such floating sensations
Appearing in spontaneity of time and space
The nostalgia lives , surrounded by the fertile ground
Blossoming in the profoundest periods of contemplation
Just do not know for sure if it is good thing to go back
Spurring the ghosts appearing and the present melting

by Margaret Gudkov

The undiluted shamans chants

Hang in the heavy silence of the ancient forest
The trees are singing in the depths of wooden hearts
Emitting light infused healing powers
The firs and birches swing slightly in the air
Almost impossible to notice by untrained eyes
Possessing spirits souls universal knowledge
The Other world is channeling through them
You cannot hear the song but yet it there
Filling the taiga with an aura of muffled magic
The stories telling in the musical vibrations
The tribal drums forecasting things to come
Mixing of languages or maybe multicultural
What does it matter in the big scheme
The message is the one all inclusive truth
The animals accept , following the path
As humans we're not sensitive enough
To hear the music in the midst of nature
When portals open for mere mortals to discover
We ignore, spooked by unknown feeling

The undiluted shamans chants
Bring times of spiritual wonders back
Making the trees sing, the mountains to whisper
And for us ..to stand back , listening yourselves
Then only we would understand the regal music
Hidden in the unfathomable expense of silent forest

by Margaret Gudkov

Keep walking despite the wounds

Keep walking despite the wounds
On heart abused by the time and the wrong choices
Despite the weary feet bleeding from the dusty roads
The thirsty lips , dreaming of the cold, refreshing water

Keep walking on despite the failed ideas
Discarding disappointments like stepping stones
The failures meant to be the preparation for success
Big picture is a mix of little pieces brought together

Keep walking even if betrayal crossed the path
The antidote to this is to remain standing erect
Cleansing yourself with rain of positive thoughts
Ignore the snakes and trust again , love again
Not everyone is miserable, ugly twerp

Keep walking till the end
The movement is life itself
Despite the deaths, despite the ugliness
Because of hope, because of the child's smile
Because you brought on earth to walk , but not give up

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Dorina Costras

The breathless summer air

Full of the fragrant desire
The hammock beckoning to lay
Committing the procrastination crime
Oblomov's shadow looming over sleepy eyes
Grotesque, surrealistic figure leading to the corridors of nowhere

I cannot resist temptation
Following him to the half dream , half real life
The monsters hidden deep in walls before, afraid to acknowledge
Now staring at me with cold protruding eyes of truth
We all have skeletons in closet, mine coming out now
Putting the heavy burden on fragile shoulders
I saunter through arteries of heart
Sometimes encountering dark corners
Admitting not the obvious mistakes.. so hard
Yet sometimes you have to bite the bullet

The sunlight flashed forcefully on body
Demanding me to open eyes and see
Was it a dream of voyage through the mind
Or the conscience spoke of latent guilt
In any case I am not sure of either
The air , breathless summer air might of play the role,etching mirages

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Gustave Curbet

The child innocently smiles

Brightening surroundings with purity of the newborn
Clueless of the challenges Great Chinese wall
Of long distance running without moment of repose

What could be more perfect in this imperfect world
More innocent in sea of unvirtuous criminality
More shiny , positive amidst the gloomy storms on life
Giving the hope for fairytale happy end in return

He smiles at you without parent's nudging
The natural instinct is kicking in , no need to push
Can't help but smile back appearing like a rainbow
Transferring mood to better place

Look , learn from the little baby
Something is lost along the way while striving to survive
You certainly forgot the simple things , the joy of laughing
Without any reason, without forcing to pretend to be one with crowd.. the matriculation start anew when realization comes to light

I wish that smile never fade, becoming shadow
Becoming tears of lost, the fear in the eyes

by Margaret Gudkov