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Happy September

Nino's art, Kite

I’ve no weight,
I’m a kite,
fly me high,
hold on tight,
don’t let go of my hand,
bye-bye, land!

I’m air,
I’m light,
I’m day,
I’m night.
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?

Burning bright,
burning clear,
from this world disappear
in the blink of an eye
you and I.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Echoes (poem)

The Earth is shaken,
Images of horror,
The senseless carnage
Dominate the screen,
Mankind is one —
One heart,
One soul,
One pain
That time will never dull…
But time is singing
Its ancient lullaby
And we forget.

How eagerly selective,
How blissfully short-lived
Our memory is.
Succumbing to the steady hum of years
We let the past lie dormant
Till pure evil
Attacks once more
And its distorted features
Surprise us
With a sense of recognition.
The old bell tolls again,
And we recall.

 

© 2012 Sasha A. Palmer

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Once upon a Winter’s Night (poem)

Once upon a winter’s night—
bittersweet, sleepless,
lit by the pale light
of the blue-eyed moon—
you’ll find that your room
is a boat with white sails—
summer bound, ready—
you’ll sail away, away
to the place that has no use
for riddles, because youth
has all the answers, the place
ringing with echoes
of laughter, full of traces
etched on the golden sand.
Meet you there. I’ll stand
on the shore of that place—
so distant, so near—
where time’s but a long tress
wrapped around a girl’s
little finger, twirling, twirling…

 

Image: Ilya Yefimovich Repin, Moonlit Night at Zdravnevo (1896), oil on canvas, 143 x 90.4 cm, The National Art Museum of the Republic of Belarus, Minsk. Public Domain