Eat cherries

Eat cherries
Their sweet nectar would cushion disappointments on tongue
Soften a bit the words that yearning to spring out in the anger
Calming the senses into surrender to the nature 's antidote

The truth is bittersweet hostility , peering at your face
Do you have a guts to handle without wavering a little
Common girl nothing will break inside , it's here to teach a lesson
Many lessons to the mind to make it stronger person

Seen message on the wall if written just for me
The lifestyle you ordered currently out of stock
Go figure if divine force trying to tell me something
Configure architecture of the thoughts
Helping to direct them into peaceful delta

Eat cherries girl .. maybe your time is still ahead
The rationale is difficult to swallow

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Emilia Wilk

White tulips drooping in the vase

White tulips drooping in the vase
Spent ballerinas in the stage of life
The tutus petals resting sadly, closing eyes 
Unready to ebb, succumbing to commandment of the nature

Few days, few hours of blooming breath
And now air is filled with decaying death
Stems rotting in antecedently clear, fresh water
The smell of end permeating nose

Came from the tiny bulbs
Grotesque to look at, reminding of the cocoon
Like butterfly spring out from the hideous shell, revealing beauty
They suddenly divulge the secret to the world
Flourishing into enormously alluring buds ..alas not for long

by Margaret Gudkov

Under Garibaldi 's mocking shadow

Under Garibaldi' s mocking shadow

We sat sheathed in the elms green semidarkness
His marble back with letters on Italian seems saying
I seen it, felt it , not surprised by reaction

You near me , studying people in the park
Yet me just studying your reflection, composition
The tired eyes, the slouching pose of fatigue
Please turn and look at me , giving the attention

I am here bathing in the nakedness of the perception
Dissected into open,innards raw pieces for inspection
Hungry for smile , thirsty to taste sweet and salty kisses
Squeezing closer till there no space in between us
Aware of your thigh touching mine in the attempt to send
Indecent proposal to pursue it further right here on bench
I am too bold or impish appetite got better of my senses
Do not care for answer to this question, nor for passersby glances
All i need is your engrossment into my world
Good man Garibaldi will be watching

by Margaret Gudkov

The caterpillar hanging on the thread

The caterpillar hanging on the thread

The caterpillar hanging on the thread
Swaying from left to right in the attempt to climb up
Tenacious little creature wiggling back to leaf 
Continuing the cycle preordained for her

I watch amazed , thinking about my life
All climbing, ambulating , jumping over
Laughing, crying, solving , failing many times
Giving the road to despair after falling from the fence
Hmm .. and caterpillar just pull her tiny body up without worries

The human race is where i belong
With cons and pros that come along
Imperfect , sinful,moody and impulsive
Not been outdone by some larva stubborn mien
And if trapeze is what i have to balance on so be it
The heights scare me but fear will not destroy

by Margaret Gudkov

Lavender fields

Lavender fields

Smell of baguette invading nose
France dancing can-can on the mouth
The images of Provence lavender fields
Caressing eyes with purple brush in hand

Speak to me in French
Pulling the words like tiny gems from hidden pockets
Arraying on the plate, the tarts, eclairs, cream puffs
Attracting hands to pick it up and murmur in delight
Parlez-vous français? and answer ... oui , I am now

Beret on the side, eyes smiling slyly
Common cherie,you whispering in ticklish breath
Let's make love in those imaginary lilac meadows
Imaginary , are you sure, they are so real to me
I say oui again, inhaling the aroma of the tiny spikes

Everything material, the flowers
You, me amidst the giant bouquets of divine beauty
The peace never sounded as tranquil as grasshoppers buzzes
In orchestrating our secret rendezvous , slipping from memory
and back, confusing mind to look for border in between
Is it really that important?..i say non, merci cheri for you been here
Near me, understanding my capricious nature

by Margaret Gudkov

I get a fever

I get a fever from your sweet caress

The vibes of gentleness crisscrossing body
True love is hard to mistake for burning lust
Is not a bad thing but is not enough to build
Long lasting union of trusting bonding

I know you will be on my side
When the misfortune strike upon in brutal manner
It's comforting to feel the wind , the aura of sentimental crush
Brushing against the porous inclinations in the soul
Oh, wind don't stop the gusts and fill me in

The nature brought you to surprise my tired self
Pushing through majestic waves of the unquiet ocean
Through desert dunes , inhaling scalding steam of sky
Through Berbers songs, floating in the unlimited horizon
You walked, you swam, you peregrinated in the unexpected
Been alien by birth, by spirit not belonging anywhere
Ending at last near me , another non belonging human
Shivering from cold drops of solitude upon me
I am glad we met, we recognized the unspoken language ... love

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Catherine Andrews

The dragon woke up in the sky

The dragon woke up in the sky

Spitting the fire drops on earth in angry feat
Roaring thunderously for sheer theatrical effect 
Before main show of the down-pouring deluge
As like he slept amidst soft cloud pillows in warm cavern
Rudely disturbed by some noisy outbursts
And now showing displeasure in the utmost manner

He roared and howled again with lightening sideshow
Stomping the feet in booming turbulence
Adding babel to already loud pandemonium of water
Pushing it's way to imploring, parched ground's throat
But everything have end, so dragon became tired
Quietly watching rain slide off the sky's highway
The pace of it slowed down to the degree of shower ..no more
Boosting the vegetation to spring out to the blooming cannonade

by Margaret Gudkov