Слободкина Ольга
The Exclusive publishing series by Olga Slobodkina-von Bromssen. Part Vi

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  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Размещен: 12/08/2025, изменен: 25/09/2025. 11k. Статистика.
  • Сборник стихов: Поэзия

  • 1. Nothing else will pan out tonight...
       I've taken pix of some gorgeus roses in the park,
         prodigious reflections in the ponds,
          fantastic abstraction in the city - constructivism...
    
    I'm coming back home
      with pre-prepared food
       bought in a popular store,
         which can't hold a candle
           to my granny's cooking...
    
    Why did I argue with her?!
      Hers was the best in the world!
       She'll never wait for me at home
         with a ready hot dinner anymore...
    
    I'm coming back...
       So little is left...
    
    And yet
      after a short rest on a bench
        I can see somе great lines of branches with leaves,
    almost tires...
       I take out my camera -
    this is a hope...
    
    Maybe there will be something else...
    
    
    
    June 27, 2024
    
    
    
                                             ***
    
    2. "A man, young lady, such a man!
      Ah"!
    
    Remember
      "Romeo+Juliet"
    by Baz Luhrmann?
    
    Her parents wanted 
     to marry her off 
      to Paris,
      but her fate was Romeo...
    
    
    "His name is Romeo! And a Montague!
       The only son of your great enemy"!
    
    It was too late - they fell in love 
     before they knew
    who
      their parents were.
    And their tra-
     gedy
    did put an end
      to the unfair war.
    
    And what will put an end
      to our current wars?
    The question's in the air
     as it was.
    
    
    July 31, 2025
    
    
                                           ***
    
    3. But this... before the waking up... -
         Ineffable...
    It was like that in my sweet childhood,
       and in my passionate youth
         and always...
    
    Then - I am ordinary,
     when during the day
      I go about my business.
    
    But This - the Exit to the Incorporeal Bliss -
      remains before the waking up...
         It's inexplicable...
    Like all conditions of the soul...
      Ineffable...
        A thread stretched to Eternity...
    
    
    
    June 3, 2025
    
    
    
                                               ***
    
    4. Tiran Island
    
    
    
    It arises
       like a mirage in the desert,
        this island,
    and floats towards the horizon.
     
     
      Tiran Island
        is now 
    just a dream
       to remember...
     
     
       It's good that I saw
      this aerial flight
       o'er the sea...
    
    
    The sea is changing its color -
     azure,
       turquoise,
    aqua tinta...
    
    
    Tiran Island
     is
    in my memory.
     
     
       Now,
         whatever it is,
       I have seen it,
        I know it.
      It's a part of my being...
    
    
       And what do we have
    except for our memories,
     our impressions...
    
    
    We,
       particles
    in the Memory of God...
    
    
    December 19, 2015
    
    
    5. My ideas are strong
      while I'm getting weak...
    Weaker and weaker every year...
    
    But for the epidemics and the wars
      and for the evil force
    life would have been just fine...
    
    However, things are what they are
      And we could not have changed them so far...
    
    
    June 9, 2025
    
                                            ***
    
    6. Life is waning...
      Whatever it is...
    So little is left...
    
    The best friends have died
      and so have all mine -
    granny,
      stepfather,
        mom...
    
    I'm a little girl,
       alone in this world...
    
    But when I had just come to this world
      and didn't know its ways
    I had a mom
      who was the whole of my life...
    
    Now she is gone...
    
    Where is she?
      I do not know...
    
    I'm still here,
      but this is not for long...
    
    
    
    June 7, 2025
    
                                            ***
    
    7. All these great women,
       including Cleopatra,
        who I admire,
    are alien to me...
    
    I do not know their hearts.
      I cannot read their minds...
    
    They are just fine examples
     of how to promote my arts...
    
    
    
    April or May 2025
    
    
                                            ***
    
    
    8. I have my little happiness in the morning
       when I'm half awake
    and my Angel
      is writing His Poetry
    in my mind...
    
    
    May 14, 2025
    
    
    
                                             ***
    
    9. T'is love
      that makes us tender
    And lack of love
      can harden up the heart...
    
    
    
    
    Dec. 9, 2024
    
    
                                            ***
    
    10. There are no dead for me...
      Those who are gone...
    continue to live in my mind.
    
    
    But this is true 
      only for those I love...
    
    
    And those I don't
      are dead for me...
        even if they're alive...
    
    
    So what I said at the beginning
         is not true -
      some are really dead for me...
    
    
    This is my mind's reality...
    
    
    
    June 7, 2013
    
    
                                               ***
    
    11. That is what makes me alive -
      Oh, this great upsurge of spirit at dawn,
      Ebb of the feeling when the Light
      Wants to dissolve in the cavity womb of the Night.
      
      Maybe, the same I shall feel
      Making the Last Change on Earth?
      
      
      
      
      July 2, 1997
      
    
                                               ***
    
    12. There suddenly came a miracle -
    He and She.
    Two white butterflies
    Floated in the sea
    Of a white flower's love,
    Their wings overlapping.
    They were happy.
    We watched them from above -
    You and Me.
    
    
    
    
    Summer 1988
    
    
                                            ***
    
    13. With the years
      you begin to realize -
    no one will love you
      as much as your parents,
    your grand parents,
      especially when they are gone...
    
    Your grown-up kids
      don't need you
    as much as before...
    
    Your great love
      forgot you long ago...
    
    Your husband
      has just been
    the father of your babe...
    
    Your brothers and sisters
      are having their own lives
    and only the childhood memories
      are a connection...
    
    Your friends
      are no friends,
    but aquaintances -
      better or worse...
    
    
    Your contribution to this world
       is miniscule
    and your death is not such a big deal...
    
    
    
    July 6, 2011
    
    
    
    14.  Luxurious jasmine...
      But... it's raining cats and dogs...
    Indeed!
     The English dogs retreat,
      cats even more so...
    
    My hands are busy - cannot make a take!
      And holding the umbrella lightly...
    Tomorrow it may be too late, may be no fate.
      And who can look into tomorrow tightly!
    
    
    The rosehip fruits
       are hanging green
    and soon they'll turn completely ripe and red...
     Its flowers are gone...
    
    But Royal Jasmine!
       You are not forlorn.
         Poems and verses!
    You stand in blossom
       like a steady rock.
    Among the flowers 
      you are the Gorgeous White and Fairytale Peacock!
    
    
    June 13, 2024
    
    
    15. All that belonged to us -
      the little yard with trees,
        with little wooden houses,
          the mansion's also ours -
            PALACE FOR CHILDREN...
    
    Yes, poor we were.
      Who wasn't at that time!
    
    We didn't care.
    Nobody cared.
    
    But we felt rich -
      inside,
        we were in love,
          our parents young
           and full of life 
             and happy...
    
    And life itself
      that seemed to be Eternal
       was evolving
        like happiness itself.
    
    We were in love...
    
    We thought
      that all the happiness
       was well in store for us
         and that was just a bridge
           to happiness,
             just the beginning
               of the future treasures
                 while it was real bliss...
    
    
    
    We realized it later,
       later,
         later...
    
    
    
    
    
    Oct.22, 2004
    
    
    
    
    16. Who wasn't caught by the net of the Lord of Desire?
    Who wasn't driven to the verge of ecstatic oblivion
      to be then scooped and hollowed out
       by lovers' night work?
    
    Who didn't become the great slave of passions
      at least for a while...
    
    Very few managed to disentangle themselves
      from this cobweb -
       to go Further and Up
         Where the Spirit is Kind and Upright
           in the Gardens of Truth and of Light...
    
    Those who did 
     will remain
      with the Lord
       for Eternal Life...
    
    
    
    
    Aug. 31, 2003
    
    
    17. What makes a poet?
      No one knows...
    But if poetry comes to you at night,
      by daylight,
    on the tram
      or in the bathroom,
    at a meeting,
      in a landscape
    when you do not expect it just one bit...
      You may as well start thinking
    you're guided...
    
    
    The only question is by Who...?
    
    
    
    
    August 1, 2023
    
    
    18. In my sleep-dream 
    a posh estate
     in a mountain valley
       was preparing for a multi-day celebration.
    
    And I was choosing words.
      The words formed into ice floes
        and - into a matrix
         on thin glass.
    
    I remember
       the last two lines:
    
    "Where, where are you, Beauty?
         The Ideal not found in me..."
    
    
    
    December 20, 2007
    
    19. The twinkling of the Sun
      in the dark green kingdom -
    between the trunks (black graphics)
      of black trees -
    in the forgotten swamps...
    
    I looked inside
     and down -
      my soul got overwhelmed
       by the underwater
         mute
           depth.
    
    I embroidered these strange pictures
      of flickering,
    like silver on the silk,
      but only without a needle
    or a hoop...
    
    I clicked it - frame by frame -
       just lowering my finger on the camera,
         with every inch moving a little to the left...
    
    My heart, the Sun were playing hide and seek
      with the Invisible Otherworld...
    The Sun did follow me
      meandering
    behind the trees' black trunks
      and flickered
    with my destiny
      mysteriously rich
    and deep...
    
    
    
    April 25, 1999
    
    
    20. In my sleep
      there comes somеthing -
    snatches of emotions of the past,
      dense pieces of spirit...
    
    When I wake up
     I can't even define it.
    
    It was sо meaningful,
     then dissolved in the night.
    
    So is my life -
      now it seems so important
    and useful,
      then will dissolve in the Eternal Night...
    
    
    Dec. 9, 2017
    
    
    21. Whatever I do,
      wherever I go
    my regrets stand in a row
      in my soul...
    
    I cannot quench this sor-
      row...
    
    A prayer helps a little,
      but it comes back tomorrow...
    
    
    
    Aug. 28, 2023
    
    
    22. Those who I love
       are alive -
    they live in my heart
      even if they are gone...
    
    
    
    
    June 5, 2012
    
    
    23. This tree,
       this pine-tree
    was absolutely lovely in the field
      and absolutely round -
    like the head of a close-cropped Tobago girl.
    
    But all the snows of Russia
     did not let
    me make such fine comparisons,
      because
    I do not have to lose myself
      in mysteries of an exotic mind,
    my sense of orientation in the world
      of both - reality
    and wild imagination.
    
    
    
    Jan. 7, 2005
    
    
    24. This Summer is hot
      and things seem to be close,
    even though the city is huge.
    
    Sometimes I go to the river
      and when I'm in town
    I imagine there's the sea somewhere near...
    
    I need the sea, really,
      after so many years of staying at home...
    
    I thought I'd be living in Egypt,
      but life is a better guide...
    
    How much is left?
      No matter how much,
    life is short
      and there is so much to do
    and so many more places
     I'd love to go to...
    
    
    
    Aug. 17, 2022
    
    
    25. They say
      love stays with you
    until the end
      after you leave your sweet...
    
    No, that is not true.
    
    It is archived and locked
      somewhere
    in the back larder of your mind...
    
    
    And if after a while the spirit touches
     the strings subsided long ago
      it may but break the lock and fly...
    
    
    However, until then
      it'll be archived and locked,
       archived and locked...
    
    
    
    
    Jan.13,2020
    New Year old style
    
    
    
    
     
    END OF PART VI

  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 25/09/2025. 11k. Статистика.
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