letters (i choose to live...)

I choose to live without tomorrow,

like an autumn leaf, still attached,

touched by the memory of winter,

supping through the roots

from the permanency of the grave.

I choose to live like a ship,

separated with the land,

tides, winds and  bones

of the forgotten moon.        a feather

upon the violence of the capricious sea…

I choose to live like a migrating bird,

driven by  the harmony of invisible lines,

blinded by the fate of the moment…

as a whisper of the departed thought,

a spider web of blue and red,

under the transparent landscape,

deception when I am asleep…

I choose to sleep without dreams…

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments (a black raven)

a black raven, darker than the night,

a messenger from the past,

ravages the segments of the day

into a cloud of dust…

I immerse my hands into the substance,

of the past. I search

for a string, a stone,

a corner  of the map…

a clue, a direction…

while the colors are fading in the rain,

while the falling star is blown by the wind,

before it touches the ground,

before I can make a wish…

©  2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

letters (I write your name)

your name bleeds
from my fingertips.
frozen solitude of letters
attracted to the paper:
virgin and asleep, cold and breathless.
gray shadow,uninvited presence,
bites a mouthful
of my day.
I try to decipher meaning
from the gravity of the echo
that vibrates
in my solar plexus,
like a violin, playing in the wind.
broken notes undress me
to the bones,
as I see them,
bleached by the elements,
scattered far in time.
sharp icicles of loneliness
float in my veins,
my mind stretched between
the ocean and the sky.
vertical…
vertigo…
lightheaded…
I write your name
on the water.

© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments (uncertainty)

the whisper of a cherry blossom
frozen on my lips,
ready to rustle up immortal songs
with the wind, touch the sky,
drown in the green ocean
of the spring,
free and careless…

yet, stopped by my breath,
by the rhythm of my heartbeats,
the sound of mortality, attraction of gravity,
surrender in darkness, melt with blood…
every cell flooded
with sweet sadness

I picked a feather by the door of my house,
uncertain of the value of such a useless thing,
I let it go,
opened the door,
stepped inside…

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(bittersweet love)

The first blizzard of the season in Detroit. I fear it and I love it, kind of bittersweet love. My immediate fear stems from the high speed rollover accident about six years ago. It never gets old. Every year, during the first day of the first blizzard of the season, I have to find strength and will to step over it, to conquer my fear. But again, there is more to it. The first blizzard awakes deep, deep feelings that float in a few drops of my blood. I feel as if every molecule of it shivers with the memory of my ancient ancestors enduring generations of the Ice Age and perishes at the end. And also the feeling of being home, when the whole universe shrinks to the arm stretch of a cocoon, where the fog of my breath freezes in midair and wraps me in a white soft blanket of sleep… the first blizzard of the season, my bittersweet love all over again…

fragments(the story of you)

the story of you
dressed
in soft silk of words,
stretched
over the landscape
of my thoughts.

the breath
of a delirious spring
showers me with petals
of blooming orchards,
invades my senses…

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya

fragments(shadows)

always low,
always to the ground,
soaking deep
through the graves,
flowing in underground waters.
sometimes
lay to rest with occasional friends,
creatures of eternal darkness.
…earth worms and shadows…

© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya