Author: Slavomira Krasna

“B
The tree

Mighty linden again
Bursting with life
Such as in May
When eye was stealing your twigs
At 4am
To heal
The broken
Memory”

She pleaded

He kept standing there
Silent
Senses shut
Old stoic
Wearing nothing
But yesterday’s bark
His heart turning dark
In a memorial march of tears

Crying frantically in fear “Srdce vyhorelo!”

“Rubbish, it’s just expanding,”
She breathed out
Watching in disbelief
The instantly born dustmen
Grabbing the very heart
Tearing it apart
So it would be lit
And therefore fit

Inside
Of any bin

The word
MADNESS
Began to form in her mouth
Pushing her teeth
To bite her lip
Hard
Levelling the sound
In the world of misunderstandings

Morphing her eye
Into the core of a neutron star
Falling to the ground
Embracing what was found
Reflecting the long dead
Leaflets

Of love never been

Tree that never happened

…and as her eye got drowned in the depths of the image, the never existent voices wore their old form once again…
-zhasni,- she whispered
-What would be left?
-Nothing, but our outline…

He thought about it
For a little
over a decade
And understood

The true importance of his light💜

This morning
In the west

Wembley arch was nowhere
To be found
Hiding from the vibes
Of good old Russia
Being crowned
By
Shaman’s voice
Bursting
The hollow hearts
Freeing
All absorbing peace
Lightening my steps
Strengthening my spine
Pointing my eye
Towards the few
Beams
Illuminating
The sudden deaths
Of billions

Knocking down
Temporarily
The eternal dam
Of memories

Leading eye to think
About
Another road
Another lights
Another October
Another fog
Another hearts
Breaking

For my Dad

All warming

Sweet, sweet breath of Gale
With thick Andalusian accent
Kept on moving
Towards the East
Grabbing the slender bodies
Of swaying maple trees
Whispering into their luscious tresses
The secrets
Never heard about

And them
Oh, naive fools
Blushing
They stripped off
Their
Habit
By habit

Covering the rime pyramid
Of yesterday

Morphing
Into the blazing feathers of Phoenix
Birthing
The bleeding Moon
Etching
Tenderly
The origami leaves
In myriads shades
Of
Broken gleam

Scattering all over the face
Of one tear
Chiselling
The ethereal
Geometry

Of Snowflake

-…funny, it was never a skirt, just a melancholy veil of mis’
-Again
-Neither had one ever pointes. Rather bare feet and a delicate sole.
-Again.
-Her unbalanced steps, got somehow labelled “dance moves”.
-Again!
-And cries of pain were translated as a divine melody.
-I’m not here to offer a remedy to any sort of rust…
-yeah…that’s why this is here,- her lips crushed in a touchdown.
-Again
-I know how’s useless😑
-Again
-It’s..
-Again, again, again, again…
-I %^*+#%€$^^^* KNOW!
-Again

And so at 48
Eye lost my body
Yet finally found him
My 1
And only

WHO knew
Right
🖤

It was the night
Forming us

And it was the light
Showing off

The final image

❄️

Last nite

Eye saw this image
Just before taking a deep dive
At
18:05

Free falling
Through the maze of Paddington catacombs
Feeling claustrophobic
Still over the moon
Since
Instead of frowning
Glaring
Silently or aloud swearing
Faces

Eye saw nothing

But two picturesque merging crowds
Of wide
Genuine
Smiles

Including that of mine