Well, ok, I finally did it.
I made volume 1 of the Blackberries Field and published it on Smashwords. It is a collection of poems written as Choka and Nonet. My first book! Actually, I was afraid how it will work so I haven’t published any of my three lines poems yet. Never mind, I made the first step forward.
Can I call myself a published author now???
If anyone is interested, my book is available HERE for free.
Any review is welcomed and appreciated.
You know, they are lairs,
all who tell that I am gone!
They can not see me
while hidden in caves and holes
they wait for a day,
a day that will never come.
The sky around surrounds you.
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I still remember
hidden tears in mother’s eyes
“Take care”, she whispers
A future roommate and I
in half-empty bus
Old driver starts the engine
Sound of exhaust pipe
Red button closes the door
Waving and last look
tears starts streaming down her face
as if it’s the last time
My journey to the unknown
and our first separation
For All Grown Up
So, here is my Haiga collection. I will be better soon! 🙂
Days In The Blackberries Field
click, flame, bluish smoke
touch of saucer and cup
inhale, exhale, a callout
Chrome, reload, nothing
rustle of paper
inhale, exhale, a callout
rustle of paper
glance at the clock, then the phone
rustle of paper
touch of saucer and cup
click, flame, bluish smoke
inhale, exhale, a callout
glance at the clock, then the phone
***
passing afternoon
silence resounds in silence
work needs to be done
Inspired by Carpe Diem #546, Silence
Days In The Blackberries Field
when you fall asleep
my soul will fly silently
take your hand slowly
trying not to wake you up
and draw a thin line
tributary on your palm
invisible path to me
so you will never be lost
Days In The Blackberries Field
Many miles I passed
of this beaten path of life
following the signs
since time immemorial.
Intertwined voices
calling my name all along.
Signs are everywhere,
then why do I still feel lost?
Whose path do I walk?
They told me to go this way.
I’m not betrayer,
I stepped so I don’t give up.
I do not give up!
Not betrayer, don’t give up…
Still lost, don’t give up…
Searching, observing, finding,
meeting new faces,
discovering new places,
asking for the course,
navigating, wandering,
losing and finding myself.
***
stillness outside
awakes
noise inside
For Carpe Diem #541, Inner Self (Solitude)
Days In The Blackberries Field
Pebble tower as
friendship between two sexes.
Choice is essential
so they must choose carefully.
Too sharp pebble and
the tower can’t go further.
Puling one from the bottom
can break all foundation.
Those who want stable tower
carefully mete out each stone.
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For seize the poem ~ 16.8.14 prompt (kindness / balance / words)
Days In The Blackberries Field / The Sea Themes – Returned
Between the spaces,
where all galaxies merge in one,
where the Moon and Sun,
all stars, seas and living souls
melt in one sky – LOVE –
eternal, unwavering,
there will be my paradise
***
waves from a distant
carrying a gull feather
announce the long storm
***
Days In The Blackberries Field
His specious sadness
leaves no one indifferent
– a bait for glances.
Trap for sensitives – don’t fall!
Burden on his backs
escape and shelter for him
– well made illusion.
Only place where he feels safe
– the curse he carries.
Some among us live like snails,
pay attention while you walk.
STAIN ~ sketches from life & clips of dreams 