He has never been to Jerusalem,
nor Mecca, never visited Tibet,
Bodh Gaya, Fatima or Saragossa,
neither seen the Pope in Rome,
...
Smiling lips in my front
Shiny enamel of teeth
I think about my tongue,
if they should ever meet -
...
While....................................walking
on the street............................today
i saw my features.............imprinted
on an elder................woman`s face
...
In the curve of an eyelash, fallen;
in the dust of an empty room -
evidences of someone`s presence...
...
Fine, warm sand under the skin;
breeze playing with the long hair;
seagull`s yells and distant babel;
she feels invisible - stretched
...
How peaceful is your sleep, my thief.
Of course - deserved relief.
You took my whole heart
piece by piece, you think
...
A lotus dreams of pollination
far from the fast streams...
My lotus pose for meditation
provokes insects and bees
...
Alien streets where
he wants to get lost
Woman`s veins which he follows
...
In the holy society
of praying mantises
females have to feed by rule
from males` bodies
...
An emergency brake
and noise of motor horn.
No, no, they did not
bring me to a stop,
...
Dear poet,
I use your poems to feed on my fire,
to keep burning the desire.
...
SORRY, my LIFE is permanently UNDER CONSTRUCTION. I work hard on it :) no time for writing my memoirs!)
Sun Sand Sea
Honey from the sky,
sugar under feet,
warm turquoise tea.
I let my senses revel in
a territory of tranquility.
In modern temples
of sun, sand and sea,
where all believers,
all tourists-pilgrims
lie almost nude
instead of going
down on knees.
I joined the multitude
becoming follower
of antique Epicurus'
school in Greece.
Wounderful idea is expressed in Rusume, enjoyed this different dimention.
Poet from a border region between East and West. Rich in Middle European culture, with some old empires in the background. Her love for classicism carries her even to Greece. She has got contacts even close to other movements, however is a neo lyric.
The most valuable gifts come in the smallest boxes! Reading One's poems, I understand the meaning of the proverb. :)
Onelia, sweet lovely chirpy poet, cheerful and happy, she believes poems are for to write and read.....her precise wonders are my favorites in PH.. read her she takes you to a beautiful world... I started reading her seriously with 10 moons and 9 months... and she penned down her best sun sand sea today...love you cheerful One... Rema
I just cant stop reading your poems! Each work brings something new and lively.
Captivating! ! Thanks for sharing your poem. I will read most of your poems and post my comments. Cheers!
Captivating! ! Thanks for sharing your poem. I will read most of your poems and post my comments. Cheers!
I will always return to ONE of the most unique wordsmiths on PH. Thank you for being you, Onelia. t x
Onelia is an accomplished poet with an original and distinctive style. While English is not her first language she achieves an economy of expression worthy of special recognition - her word usage is essentially simple but she paints brilliant, evocative scenery which leaves a lasting impression. I enjoy reading Onelia's work and look forward to many return visits... Regards, Ivan