Time and love. The novel in verse. George Pospelow
the heart starts singing
the mind lapses into silence.
A duet is utterly uncommon.
g. An ever-living counselor
Genuine love blessings
give prudent suggestions.
Half-year monsoons
Daily raging monsoons
shred everything to pieces,
or change the mood and play,
making us fall asleep.
It’s either dashing of ghosts
in C-Sharp Major, Presto,
or dispersion of Heaven Adagio
by the lightweight among them.
Also, driving us to houses
for weeks and showing scum,
or, as a brake, viewing
tons of mercy and devotion.
Half-year weather is theirs —
endure, and take it as is.
They, call them or not,
disappear the second half-year.
The eternal greens necklace
Here comes a green summer,
in the North I would say.
In Goa, though, summer
is always a Heavenly hall,
a riot of greenery around,
the emerald with the monsoon.
The regal pond is in front,
proud of the necklace, shines.
Poison potion of greens
was already born green,
no mix of yellow and blue,
the unfading dream for the eyes.
A lizard lives in the house
A tiny wonder lizard —
a moment, and whisk in the hole —
quietly lives in the house,
rarely seems to be peering.
Why wonder? Her mission is
to bring happiness at home,
following grandfather’s order
troubles and sadness to chase.
She is free: summer
or winter, windows are open,
happily married now —
kids are running in the dark.
They freeze and gaze,
as their mother, aslant,
not at all afraid of threats,
in the kitchen, their fee ingrown.
Momentum on the bend
Stay on the bend
a bit from the abyss.
The path is not
to blame, no one.
The devils of loss —
all and sundry —
are built in a row.
One, two —
you’re in Hell.
Smell the clue,
overtaking the zipper.
Mistake – you’re
hush forever.
Hold on…
reach out…
freedom…
Luck…
I’m cheerful!!!
Just once, time to trivialize me
Having overcome my
faults, I look out for the ways.
Blizzard old-or-young,
be away from false fates,
friends – court dogs,
enemies and foes.
Dare, think – simplify,
complicate – don’t back down.
Get my wish to work,
action – no words.
Despite hostile bacteria,
heal quickly and conquer.
Don’t be arrogant, blatant —
just be fair-and-square.
Once I did it, sorry.
A temporary hitch
Today, seconds are hissing
on us, scolding us for mistakes.
Reciprocity, the queen of love,
echoing them, mopes, too.
The moment of farewell with the friend
When energy is gone,
life overturns unjustly
and seems entirely vain,
when your friend betrays
even if you were close,
a lump of trouble falls
as a heart-rending howl,
you can’t find with fire
a sip of healing water,
and the raven spins, then
hold on, don’t lose your heart.
You better call me then.
A dog’s life
1. The second of a dog’s freedom
The dog passion swirls,
a circle after circle
luck of the minute’s will
angers rapid shoot.
Finally, out of the house,
feelings and flesh are delighted,
again, in circles, in circles.
Rejoice, dog Lord.
Be happy, dog’s joy,
fun, never much of them,
exalt, round and round,
dog, forget your trouble.
The girl, thin as well,
can’t bring pride down.
She laughs and rumbles:
well, who wins?
The dog can’t stop.
Revelry lasts a minute.
The beast in circles, in circles
spun a cheerful will.
2. The last second
An Airedale terrier. Not a year.
By pedigree, a princess.
For bite and gait, a prize
would have been hers.
Its