The despairing calm

A despairing calm,
desperately calm.

It sits behind,
like a noble hind.

The hunter is close.
Hear him,
Feel him.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe
out.

It whispers:
“Calm,
calm,
calm 

down.”

It presses.
Sways,
sways,
sways

to lull.

Pointless.
Cramped.
Dull.

Where am I?
What am I?

Suddenly -

By a strange coincidence.
Maybe by accident,
maybe by design,
by someone
or something.

I take a sip of Reality.
It burns me,
but I sink into it.
I wear it,
taste it,
want more.

But -

Again,
again,
again -
(for some reason)
I fall,
Fall,
FALL.

And here it is.
The despairing calm.

15.03.2025

Wounded sky

“Carry away, oh clouds so high,
This aching heart into the sky.
Let golden dust just drift and spray,
Lost on the wind, so far away.”

The black tower looms, its windows grin,
Somewhere there, he is within.
Blond hair, a trembling voice,
No matter what shook his choice.

A pensive man stands by the pane,

Watching clouds that churn with rain
Heavy, thick, they swell and rise,
A storm reflected in his eyes.

He sees himself outside the room.
He wouldn’t beg to heal his gloom,
The heavens have no care for him.
He’s just a shadow, fading dim.

The cold seeps deep into his skin,
As sorrow claws its way within. 

“Take it all back, oh clouds so wide,
Leave not a drop, not one behind”.

14.03.2025

The Unsilence (The Danube, Novi Sad, Serbia)

The disappearing river whispers to the bank,
Watery threads rush ashore.
Its silver fingers scratch secrets on the sand.
You know, everyone was sworn

to silence. But not water.
No one could make it quiet.
Does time drift like a drifter?
Does it flow like a riot?

I’m gonna see my man
In vanishing waves, so still and cold,
Until they kiss the silent land,
Leaving only silt and gold.

The abandoned river whispers
Its last farewell song.
Time has ended
At the break of dawn.

The morning sky spills amber light,
Reflected in the restless tide.
A swan’s wings flash soft and white,
As rushes bow from side to side.

I’m gonna toss a piece of crust
Into the flow of fading muss,
Until the current turns to dust,
And leaves behind hollow trust.

09.03.2025

A Cat

Do you know that cat?
He always roams around,
a grey-headed wanderer
with an endless meow.

Soft paws trace the road,
gliding over rooftops.
A silent leap - he lands on a balcony
among frozen peonies.

Yellow eyes watch intently,
unblinking, still.
He sees the darkening night
and the moon hanging chill.

Gloom descends upon the city,
whispers drift through the world.
They speak together -
that cat and a blackened spot.

Fleeting murmurs
on a wooden branch in the park -
only the old oak knows
what was said in the dark.

The city breathes in fog
and exhales dim light,
the night air’s coolness
whispering prayers at twilight.

A quick slip into the shop -
white concrete, creaking floors.
Do you know that cat?
He’s always near, but never your’s.

06.03.2025

Ищущий дом

Я вплетаю себя в улицы
Старых мощёных дорог,
Запутано движение ног,
Сбивается, суетится.

Я сливаюсь с дворами.
Здесь собаки скулят
И глазами сверлят,
Наблюдая за новыми лицами.

Я взяла в займы это место,
Одолжила здешний язык.
Лишь тяжёлый акцент озорник
Выдаёт мою дату приезда.

«Ты от куда?» - спросит мужик.

Улыбнусь, но корни мои
Повсеместно произрастают
Из тяжёлой и тёмной земли,
Где Нигде и Ничто обитают.

Бестелесый, бесшумный, печальный
Я блуждающий призрак, ищущий дом.
Заточённый между мирами
Неприкаянный узник в месте чужом.

05.03.2025