Poems from kturka
Beneath the stairs the toys moan for their friend.
The doll behind the cabinet waits with angst.
Forgotten are the green armed men who...
The wind against the sun,
cold as a child’s hand upon your face.
They fall to the ground,
swift as autumn leaves.
The door is slammed...
If you were awake at the time
and happened to be walking down the road
on this blue night,
then as you passed by
the line of grey-blue...
The little ballerina who once prepared
for her number,
who waited, silently,
her warm smile had long ago turned to anxious breath
with...
You know that time of yearwhen its not quite hot, but not yet cold,just stuck in between seasons. Those mornings you might be surprised to...