fragments(lost days)

 the last blizzard of the season,

snowfall of frozen words,

icicles of lost days,

memories when looked at,

when touched – disappear

in the transparency of a water drop

trembling on my eyelids…

the wind invades my nights

with broken twigs and pine cones,

falling upon the white noise

of my weatherless mind.

 ©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(those days)

there are the days

when I must unbraid

the strands of  rain

and free the birds trapped in the rainbow…

…deceived, enchanted, dissolved…

there are the days when the ink dries out

and the wind blows away all the pages.

I cut my fingertips and write

on the bark of the tree, on the street.

the last verse I master over the white  of the clouds.

…the rain falls in stranded beads…

there are days when the air soaked

with a delirious mist of broken things,

butterflies drink the tears off the flowers,

the bars of the cage rust and turn to dust,

the birds break free…

…lost, crippled, helpless, hopeful…

 ©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(insomnia)

there is that fucking owl

again. my sleep is pinned

against the wall,

above my head.

she sings her song,

she plasters stories

over

the yawning mouth

of my window.

I won’t write, I won’t talk.

I don’t want milk and cookies.

I want to dive in the river

of dark forgetfulness…

I peel my night,

hour after hour,

until the white bones

of the dawn

outline the limits

of my nerves stretchability.

the owl, my friend,

is silenced....

the sounds of life

bleed 

in the white of a day…. 

 ©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(sands of my insanity)

 I must be crazy,

thinking,

I am in love.

one more time..

I  have arrived

in the land of ‘Nowhere’,

…again.

a long awaited rest

at the shores…

an isolated island,

more like abandoned. 

a land imagined.

from the top of a hill I can see

it is surrounded by the sea.

it will all go underwater,

when the moon swells

to its fullest.

but for now,

I’ll play in the sands

of my insanity.

© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(transformation.)

the long night, deliriously

tight, wraps comfort

over my eyes… .

a violin, broken strings,

silenced in the cocoon.

…rest, death, resurrection… .

a fiddler counts the notes

in the raindrops, counts the time in the rainbows,

humming a song over

the milky mist of transformation… .

I count the salty sand

on the bottom of the ocean.

the lost strings ring

in the waters.

I swim… .

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (i am silent)

my life is fiction,

a dream, I can’t wake up from.

my fictional heart hurts when broken,

and heals without scars.

my blood salty and hot when spilled.

…disappears…

a vague memory of you

coming and going away,

in waves. sometimes

I hear your voice…

I say “I love you” and words lost

before they touch you,  disappear in echo.

dissolve into letters, drown

in my solar plexus.

a thought dies at conception in the webs of my mind.

a dog bites his tail reassuring  its belonging.

he moves in circles, possessed

by desire to cross the line

of his fiction into reality.

I try to open my lips,

let the letters flow, mold  the words,

“I love you”.

I remain silent.

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(whisper)

the color of my day

is the blue color

of a whisper

that woke me up

before the sunrise,

before

the silver breath of the moon

got enchanted,

trapped

in the transparent drops of dew,

trembling

on the green lashes

of a newborn morning.

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya