Galina Italyanskaya
Here is my unpublished poem for this anthology
It has no title, so its whole first line ("Beware...") is for the table of contents, in case it's accepted.
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Beware of love that you cannot touch by your hand,
No matter how smart and beautiful it appears.
You fall in there and build your castle on the sand.
Be
cautious, or you will end up your life in tears.
A lonely stranger, you’ve lost your road in the dark.
If only you met a signpost or saving light,
The warmth of a friendly shelter, a humble shack
To
take a rest and break yourself through the night.
The sky above would be empty without the sun,
The moon and the twinkling sparks of the other worlds.
But here they are to continue their endless run
And show the way and kismet to young and olds.
They highlight what is around and who we are.
We
raise our heads and stare at them from the mire…
You follow me everywhere as your guiding star.
But I’m just an ignis fatuus, foolish fire.
Oh, crazy guy, you are breathing with your mirage
And who am I to advise you to hold your breath?
It
may be fatal, you are half drowned in the marsh...
Yet there are things more important than life and death.
You carry on. You’ll never give up your way.
You tread your path regardless the type of soil.
Who knows, maybe all the suns are to lead astray,
While foolish dreams are to save your tenacious soul.
Galina Italyanskaya
I want to change one line (L3) in the first stanza of my poem if possible.
Here is the revised version:
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Beware of love that you cannot touch by your hand,
No matter how smart and beautiful it appears.
You fall in there and build your castle on the sand.
Be cautious, or you will end up in bitter tears.
A lonely stranger, you’ve lost your road in the dark.
If only you met a signpost or saving light,
The warmth of a friendly shelter, a humble shack
To take a rest and break yourself through the night.
The sky above would be empty without the sun,
The moon and the twinkling sparks of the other worlds.
But here they are to continue their endless run
And show the way and kismet to young and olds.
They highlight, what is around and who we are.
We raise our heads and stare at them from the mire…
You follow me everywhere as your guiding star.
But I’m just an ignis fatuus, foolish fire.
Oh, crazy guy, you are breathing with your mirage
And who am I to advise you to hold your breath?
It may be fatal, you are half drowned in the marsh...
Yet there are things more important than life and death.
You carry on. You’ll never give up your way.
You tread your path regardless the type of soil.
Who knows, maybe all the suns are to lead astray,
While
foolish dreams are to save your tenacious soul.
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