fragments(half way through)

a touch, a breath, a thought
half way through—
you’ll never cross the lines
of your defining zone.
and I expand beyond I break
the trembling moon’s horizon,
past the midday sun,
past darkness of the darkest night,
until I find the land of Fairy Tales,
where all the mirrors tell the Truth

©4/17/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (step over your past)

you
don’t have to live in your past
anymore.

come with me,

I’ll walk you
across
the invisible bridge
into the future, where
the pink rabbit from my dreams
runs through the grass
of your imagination
into the blue morning

©4/11/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(keep you awake)

full moon spills silver
over dreamy landscape,
the longing call of a solitary wolf,
its gray shadow,
crosses your dreams—
you are awake

©4/9/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (I didn't come here for nothing.)

I didn’t come here for nothing.
the drum clashes its guts with rocks,
trembling echo settles deep in a cave
and indigo rains from the ceiling.

the chalk line bleeds
between the wall and my palms.
the charcoal casts a rhinoceros silhouette
from the shadows.
the tongues of fire
impatiently dance behind my back.

I raise a spear and send the blow of death
in the rhinos’ heart.

by the spell of crimson stripes, splashed drops
over my hands,
over the absence of my face.
I summon his life
for the service of mine
.
at this time the drums
beat louder, celebrating my victory
and softer when mourning his life.
I fall on my knees, face down,
the ashes over my hair, maggots over my flesh
and a snake nests in my ribcage.

I didn’t come here for nothing.
I can hear the drums once more,
echoed in your footsteps.
you’ll pick the charcoal from my phalanges.
you’ll hunt and will be hunted,
then you’ll drop to your knees
in the ashes,
and rest,
next to me…

©4/5/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(She)

when timeless touches time,
- time breaks.
she, one who’s destined to hold the thread
that binds all threads in harmony,
steps through the crack in timelessness
over the rubble of time.
he, who embraced all fears,
can stand fearless next to her
and hold her hand.
they will dance at the edge,
and timeless would part with time
stay in the distance, mesmerized,
breathless...

©4/4/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (a sound)

whether you were real or imagined
it doesn’t matter
anymore.
C major escapes from the broken key,
splits apart in midair
before the sound reaches your ear,
before its remnants
land on the string,
before the bird sings its broken song.
before it slides,
warm and salty at first,
and then
just crystals of salt
on my lips.

©4/32012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

high resolution

the lenses of my eyes magnify my thoughts,
dipped many times
into the hollowness of my heart.
a song…
drumbeats vibrate in rhythmic contractions,
beat after beat.
the translation is lost in the fractals
of the cages’ walls.
the spark of eternity trapped in temporarity.
… timeless in the hands of mortality…


©4/2/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (time flows in opposite directions.0

when black paint is spilled over the face of my day,
that day the sun stays below the horizon.
the blackness...
it serves better on a white page
and in a dress
that wraps my silhouette and separates me from the rest,
absorbs all the colors, breakes them into gold dust,
shimmers over my skin.

I don’t like
when the cold wind breaks my lips in bleeding lines.
the taste of salt on my tongue
makes me wonder
if I am repulsed by my desire
to consume the ocean, or I am attracted to…

I don’t like when you’re invisible;
I want to go blind and not see another speck of light.
I want to drown my mind in the void of nothing,
in the saltiness of my bleeding lips.

when I don’t hear your words,
time flows in opposite directions -
before and after.

©4/1/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya