Signals from the moon E-Book

Olga Makarova

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

I often imagine myself as a lone wanderer in the desert, roaming from oasis to oasis and city to city. There, he meets people, listens to their stories, possibly becomes part of them, replenishes supplies, and sets off again. While he walks alone, he thinks a lot. And he learns. When he gets to the next city, maybe he also has a story to tell.

 

Leseprobe

Olga Makarova

Signals from the moon

Poet's diary

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Unexpected intimacy

Her hair was grey.

It was the end

Of summer day.

We met.

She gave me wine.

She told her story

And listened to mine.

I didn't know her,

But cried on her shoulder.

She called me Venus.

Conditional Empathy

Black blind kitten.

Dirty spring street.

Wet ears listen

To approaching feet,

Ready for next hit.

One more sound

You already know,

Frightening and loud,

Out of the flow -

Angry cawing crow.

Cold paws quiver.

Why are you still here?

Danger comes nearer.

You should beat your fear.

You should run, my dear!

Run, run, baby!

Anywhere away!

You are weak and shabby,

It's unsafe to stay.

You won't die today.

Desired or Deserved

I live like I'm riding a bike,

And my speed is lower than ever.

But what could my life be like

If I were a little braver?

Like a river with turbulent flow –

Quintessence of passion and danger.

I want it - to let my brain know

A new highest level of pleasure.

Like a snow-covered mountain peak -

Elusive, but so much desired.

I want it - to let my heart speak

Of calmness and love inside it.

I'm not used to ups and downs,

But feel like I really need them.

I want it - to fill my lungs

With breathtaking wind of freedom.

Need for Appreciation

Lonely Lovesong walks the streets,

Giving smiles to those she meets,

Mutely plays an old guitar,

You might hear it from afar.

Unafraid of getting lost,

To the rhythm she likes the most,

As if having one more chance,

Lonely Lovesong learns to dance.

Pointing the Right Way

I walked along the sun-scorched steppe,

Exhausted and hopeless.

I walked to nowhere without a map.

Without a need for success.

I was just nonchalant, being free,

But needed some rest.

One lucky day I found a tree

With wide green branches.

I raised to heaven my grateful hands

And laid down in the shadow

On this little island of abundance

In the sea of sorrow.

I left it after two days and nights,

When I got stronger.

But this time I chose another path,

A path to somewhere.

Striving to Have Everything

I think of what your shadow keeps.

Drops from the solar ocean's deeps

Were gently captured, then released.

I'd like to have their warmth at least.

Ordinary Cowardice

Smoke one more cigarette,

And I will smoke two more.

Ashes fall on the bed.

What are we waiting for?

Our pillows got cold,

Our eyes became wet.

Books were bought and sold,

But they were never read.

If only

I still can't get you out of my head.

I am the target that you always hit.

If only you could know what dreams I had.

If only I could touch your heart a bit... 

Warmed

This autumn day is pure heavenly blue.

The sun took the last chance to shine.

I walk on the streets. I think about you.

My blood is warmed with red wine.

Today I am happy, I'm talking with friends

And smiling like nothing is wrong.

Because for the first time my life made a sense,

And my heart is warmed with your song.

I have to work hard if I don't want to be

A person I'm not proud of.

I made up my mind - I want to be free

In this world that is warmed with my love. 

 

Storm

Many times I gave up something precious,

But it was not so painful before.

I keep trying to rise from the ashes

Staying wounded to my very core.

I don't want to supress this emotion.

I don't think that my love was a sin.

Like a storm far out in the ocean

It just happened, but wasn't seen.

 

Dad

I had terrible childhood because of my dad.

Whether sober or drunk he was angry and sad.

Often he tried to hit me or hurt me with knife.

I can't judge him. He also had terrible life.

He was sick and he was in unbearable pain

That completely destroyed him and made him insane.

He was cruel and shouted at me every day,

But I know that he loved me in his own way.

Maybe it's justified that I hated my dad,

But I still cry for him, feeling guilty for that.

I forgave him already and miss him so much.

I regret that his life can't be started from scratch. 

Short poems

Love is the absolute thing.

It doesn't need reasons, proofs, satisfaction.

The feeling of its presence is a necessary and sufficient condition.

* * *

I didn't bring flowers to your house.

I've been leaving them on the trails you walk.

I was so happy spelling your name in petals.

* * *

I would like to know what you think about

When you fall asleep

To follow the threads of your thoughts

Like a star map.

* * *

When you close your eyes, but keep seeing,

When you stop your body, but can’t stop your mind,

Who hugs you?

* * *

Instead of the singing of those

Who love you,

I wish you to hear the whisper of the one

You love.

* * *

The sun is so cruel,

Kissing my face after yours,

Making me feel

The smell of your skin in its rays.

If you go into a storm,

Even with a lantern,

Be ready to get lost.

* * *

Don't cut the flowers.

With their beauty,

They thank the earth, the sun and the rain.

Let them finish their speech.

* * *

I lost all of You,

Never having

Even a small part,

But I found

The rest of the world

Without ever searching.

* * *

Don't be sad!

Let this world

Make us fly off the handle,

Still we can fly

Holding hands.