Moondreams: Poetry

By Nikolai Rozhonova

An inspiring collection of poems with musical quality and free rhythm, expressing a poetic way of looking at life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781794842052

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Poetry

Nikolai Rozhonova

Moondreams: Poetry

Copyright © 2021 Nikolai Rozhonova

All rights reserved.

Published by Nikolai Rozhonova

Cover photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash

ISBN 978-1-7948-4205-2

No poem is ever finished.

Why do we lock them into form ?

Pick them up and play with them,

Love them,

Keep them warm.

Dreaming

Where has it gone

An entire world

Lost to birdsong

Fiercely scrunched eyes

Desperately replicate darkness

To no avail

Sailing away into night

Dreaming is lost to morning light

It’s a surprise to open my eyes and be here

So near moments from here

And eternally out of reach

Why are they separated

Dreaming and me

Mornings

I see you in shadow

Rough outline

With a little light behind

I see you in shadow

Here in my mind

Playful reflections of past

Dim recollections tasked

With keeping you alive for me

Whilst distant

Oh insistent fingers on my hidden heart strings

Soft vibration of past living joy

The plot of pictures is not to see through them

Accepting two dimensional space

When it’s your face pressed against mine I long for

and the longing lingers

Lingers in shadow

Waking

Rainfall’s Chattering call

Down drainpipes

Seeping into my sleeping

Moistening dreams

Soaking expectations

Of a dry day

Curtains closed

Greeting me in sound

Slow sleepy head

Comes easily around

To rainy ways of thinking

Familiar friend

Softening

Offering refuge

Water speckled windows

Hide me inside

This Sleeping fortress Bed

Whilst lazy interlopers

Drift through my head

Vagrant thoughts graze

No assembly of reason

In an early morning haze

Night pictures

Skulking still

Fragments

Incomplete

Slink deeper into shadow

Returning to sleep

Window tapping wakefulness

Assails warm enfolding nest

December day’s late dawning

This time of day

I love best

Standing still

On a bridge between worlds

Both calling siren song

Drifting to where dreams abide

Or grudgingly greet the birds

There’s no wrong

In darkness of morning

Wet fingers against zinc insist

Languorousness resists

His persistent tapping thrum

Heart’s slow sleepy beat

My chosen day drum rhythm

Blood not yet driven