A slow poem

Мадина Плиева
You know what, let me be honest,
You drive too fast, no matter why.
I would suggest to pause in forest
And take some staring at the sky.
Let me be slow, on purpose,
Try not to peeve as if we left
That bustling road, so close,
Forever. No. I would have reft
You from this city, but I worry,
A leopard can’t change its spots,
And you would miss that fuss and glory
That modern life on us bestows.
Look at this river: oh my darling,
Sometimes I feel we are akin,
I will not leave you for its flowing,
For that I keep one within.
I wish for night with no fire,
I wish for slow silent bliss,
I feel I’m able to inspire
You to give me that slow kiss.

01.09.2016


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Dear Madina:

I am always amazed how my own English poems still sound Russian somehow.
I would say it`s true about this one of yours too.
However, I do like it a lot. Especially the wording, it is rather elegant.

Best Regards,

Nadia Molnar

Надя Молнар   08.10.2016 12:19   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Dear Nadia, thank you for the comment! I am not amazed by this really, I would even arrange a special category for all those Russian poems mimicking English or others but staying true to themselves :)

Мадина Плиева   10.10.2016 22:01   Заявить о нарушении
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