A SmashWords author of 8 books of fiction,2 books of essays, and 2 books of poetry. Writer of the blog RevueBlanche.blogspot.com (created in 2007) . Collage maker and photographer for her book covers. Lara Biyuts’ book A Handful of Blossoms is listed among the Best Gay Historical-2012. Her works are accepted for anthologies: Hope Springs a Turtle, and Cat's Cradle Time Yarns (Time Yarns Anthologies) . Her old tale is recently featured on TheHolidayCafe.com, in summer,2013, and her old poems in autumn,2013. Her essays are published at FlexWriterBlogsOnline.net. She is a Goodreads librarian. Her self-published eBooks are available at Barnes & Noble, iBookstore, SmashWords, Lulu.com, iTunes, ... more »
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Lara Biyuts Poems
So, the sky is broken- the melting splinters in branches of trees. People crumble into the snow, and the silence
To Oscar Wilde
From Irony, the alien planet, to Earth You have arrived in shape of pollen of lilac trees, white flowering, and come into full blossom
I. Like a grayish invisible cloud, like unshed invisible rains, the mist of your murdered desires
Out Of The Life
'I fortuned in an evil hour to come to the City Larissa...' (from THE GOLDEN ASS by Lucius Apuleius. Tr. by William Adlington)
Play With Us
The play of hues beckoning outside. The gloaming’s purple, nearly sanguine- the autumn covers aren’t sanguine yet bold. The yellow tinted vogue is kitschy:
Caught In The Toils Of Autumn
Hours, days, weeks rustle after; the amber blizzard rushes after throwing dead leaves onto my face. Caught in the toils of autumn,
To draw black glass, to play the hubris and sublime, to paint with chalk of words the expanse over.
I felt someone come. It’s opaque sense of someone’s presence. I expect, you are reality? Speak nothing
Primrose Path, In 2007
O white September with blue eyes, you smell of coffee that I spilled today at lunch. It was my agitation. You and I are satisfied - today.
Autumn Mood In October,2006
One more nameless autumn; October betrays you again now with the rain now with a glimpse of the sunlight.
Autumn Poem Written In 2006
Take other train. Be like a wind. Don’t care about a ticket, for the golden leaflet is in your hand, and your past will catch you up
A Virtual Life
Ashes and flowers; some poetry; the frigid truth of autumn bonfires; the sad magic; the magic sin; the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
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So, the sky is broken-
the melting splinters in branches of trees.
People crumble into the snow,
and the silence
like a way home over a chasm.
Now, the sun has melted-
like honey on your lips.
The birds drink the air singing.
and you kiss the sky-it's springtime!
Sunlight-to emerald; then-rubies on blue,
diamonds on black,
and golden straws within your hair.
Summer is with you!