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Mattias Turovski Poems
Walking On The Moon
Everyone has left by now, alone so I could be. Paper, pencil and my thoughts, accompanying me. Way past bedtime, rest and dreams, no-one in the room. It’s just me, my thoughts and I, walking on the moon.
“A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship – steady. A friend who truly loves a friend will never come undone. No rain or thunderstorm could daunt a friend from standing ready. “Although for friends are bodies two, their dwelling souls are one.”
As Spring reseeds the Light and Life forgotten during Winter. As Love’s refreshing glisten coats once more the barren Realm. So do upon reflecting on our Souls we feel a splinter when Beauty once forgotten suddenly does overwhelm.
The Lion (A Tribute to The Tiger by W.Bl...
Lion Lion, in a cage Why are thine eyes so filled with rage, Which inhuman did dare he Confine in bars, take captive thee?
Of Birds And bees
Where have all the honeybees, long since been whisked away, the silence in the fields of flowers, echoing their fate. Their daily dance of humming, used to keep my mood at bay, yet now an eerie madness creeps within me, as of late.
Please listen to me just this once and darling, listen good. I know why you are stuck and why so fragile is your mood.
What Do You Think
What do you think.. .. of all of the stars in the sky on a clear blue night? .. of why the smell of the springtime just feels right? .. of where the bugs all crawl out of as the weather gets warmer?
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Walking On The Moon
Everyone has left by now, alone so I could be.
Paper, pencil and my thoughts, accompanying me.
Way past bedtime, rest and dreams, no-one in the room.
It’s just me, my thoughts and I, walking on the moon.
All I’ve seen today I shall [-] put on paper now.
Words appearing on the canvas I do not know how.
Sweeping all my thoughts aside, as if with a broom.
Where, what, how I ask, and why.. walking on the moon.
The kettle singing in the kitchen, restless as it blows.
A moment lost in time as falls a petal of a rose.
My thoughts go back to when it grew and just ...