~ I cried a river over you For years and years and years Until all the tears had dried up The river bed is parched ground now Dying a slow death Yet yearning for life Yearning for tears But �...
There is someone outside the door. Through the glass I see him pace. The haunting dream I want no more. His threats are harsh, “Open the door! Or you shall know the worst disgrace!” There is ...
https://irinadim.com/2014/10/28/spooky-door-villanelle-coffinhop/
The Tsar of all Russia, Ivan the Terrible, stood in awe of the glorious sight before his eyes: nine golden domes of St Basil’s Cathedral, resplendent, a testimony to his power and might He stoo...
https://irinadim.com/2014/10/24/the-legend-of-st-basils-cathedral-coffinhop/
Tired, Tired is my soul No dream or goal Although the sky is bright The little cloud pure white The sun is warm This autumn morn Wake up, wake up The magpie sings Come on, I’ll cheer you up ...
A young gum tree in my street * Whose fault is it? Everything alive is born Lives for a while Then dies – So it is with trees It’s not the old tree’s fault A young life is lying half … Co...
The sound of soft rain In countless silver droplets Glides down the window pane Stirring memories of carefree times When the soul was young Oh to dream those dreams again! Would it take away a...
https://irinadim.com/2013/07/27/the-sound-of-rain-kintsugi-poets-society-bloghop-day-6/
Sirens wail across the city A rush to the shelter, a dark musty cellar Where old and young will huddle Next to black coal and dry firewood The stash of fuel to cook their meagre meals And warm...
https://irinadim.com/2013/07/26/world-war-2-revisited-kintsugi-poets-society-bloghop-day-5/
Originally posted on Kintsugi Poets Society : Silken Trap threads spun in The darkness of the night; Death-bound symmetry, breakfast is The prize. © irina dimitric 2013
https://irinadim.com/2013/07/24/silken-threads-cinquain-kintsugi-poets-society-bloghop-day-3/