by Alexander Russo
Two horses grazing in a distant field.
Closer up, a few leaves twisting
on a branch.
The leaves begin to take on
A strange new presence: crinkled,
stubborn face.
One resembles a monster,
paying off a bad Kharmic debt.
It groans, swaying back and forth,
like the broken hand of a pendulum.
Another, as hideous, pock-marked,
grief stricken.
The more I study them, the more faces,
festering, doomed to Limbo….
or perhaps already in Hell.
Out of nowhere a robin flits up
to the glass, flutters around, seems
partly inside, then outside the window.
I rub my eyes.
Reality …unreality?
Perhaps “reality” is perception, tricked
by colors of mind and imagination.
Alexander Russo
Copyright ©:
Alexander Russo
A few random poems:
- Winter Apples by Tatiana Gusarova, translated by Fledermaus
- From ‘Samson Agonistes’ i poem – John Milton poems
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night by William Wordsworth
- Reaping poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Epistle to a Young Friend by Robert Burns
- Parnell’s Funeral by William Butler Yeats
- Had Something To Say by Vattacharja Chandan
- In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale
- Tell Me
- Валерий Брюсов – Идеал
- Prayer—O Thou Dread Power by Robert Burns
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- Snake Pit by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Love Song poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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