Sometimes I see myself as tiny kite.
It glides on Winds of Bliss and Fortune.
The thread will lead this always-prying sight
to hands of Truth, while Sun is scorching.
Occasionally, I feel – I am a can of coke
in made-in-China plastic holder.
The Trust is famous for its sips-then-poke.
Sip-after-sip – I’m getting older.
Sporadically my minds hit Universe.
It shrinks to size my brain could fit in.
A gentle squeeze extracts a new-born verse.
Sip-after-sip – still thirsty... spitting...
July 16, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
Self-reflection
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №107071601712
Свидетельство о публикации №107071601712
Рецензии
This is just beautiful! Another way to define how the poetry is being born...
Агната 13.03.2009 13:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Агната 13.03.2009 13:24 • Заявить о нарушении
Let`s then give it a chance - to be born :)
Thank you,
With spring in my heart,
IOuri :)
Юрий Лазирко 13.03.2009 22:52 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you,
With spring in my heart,
IOuri :)
Юрий Лазирко 13.03.2009 22:52 Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написаны 2 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.