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Fire

Published by Ondrej on May 21, 2020

Many months ago,
a large bonfire was lit
upon the dust and ashes
of events that preceded it.

A loving, tender warmth
radiating from within;
but the erratic, flying sparks
distracted; instead of a grin
there was confusion, worry
a fear, perhaps, of not knowing when and where to begin.
Or when to end.

Over time, this bonfire coughed and wheezed,
the months took their toll;
transformed from luminous explosions
to almost being extinguished whole.

Yet it endured.
Its embers, glowing in the shadows,
that warmth from them radiated.
Until, one day
be it today,
it has been rekindled.

It has come out of the corners
to once again take centre stage
as I try to turn a life’s page,
it has taken on many colours.

Alas, help it, I will, to grow.
For there is something she ought to know.
Although even myself, I am not sure
whether this uncertainty has a cure.
Only time will tell
whether this sentiment upon which I dwell
should be shared
or as it was until now,
be left as an unattended bonfire:
source of much internal ire.

Flower’s eyes

Published by Ondrej on May 19, 2020

Reflecting upon the tenderness of years past
ones lived through emotion alone
now that our love does not everlast
like a beautiful, solid, stable statue: now overgrown.

Once mighty, strong, full of artistic wit
already dethroned from its might
today, a weedy, thorny pit
a rather grim and sombre sight.

A thorn in my side, ever it bleeds
remembering you draws my energy
makes worthless my romantic deeds
long time past, we were in synergy.

Can’t thy leeches never leave?
Go into the abyss of time
something you managed to achieve
a feeling, gloriously sublime.

Yet you haunt me still
as I look into this flower’s eyes.
A new future, build I will
of splendour and affection will arise
with or without your aid
my memory of you will fade
as this beautiful lady blooms
with all her sweet perfumes
without your pesky fumes,
a new life proudly resumes.

Behind the door

Published by Ondrej on April 22, 2020

A howling whirlwind
just as you open the door
“what’s wrong” is not a good question
nor was it the best decision
to ask what’s going on
behind the door.

Upon it, wheels and locks
like on castles, or in clocks;
intricate machinery, thick iron
making your stomach churn.

Lest we forget
no tools are needed yet
it is with simple words,
(human musical chords)
the bars fall loose
slowly shattering
with a shrill shriek.

You’ve opened Pandora’s box:
what on earth do you seek?
Couldn’t you have left her alone,
left her troubles her own?
Safely stored away
kept deep within
kept deep at bay.

On second thought
except those moments when she sought
seclusion, running away from her fears,
in a corner, unable to stop the tears.
When the world crumbles,
its supporting pillars tumble.
Halt!—
A ray of light
stops the rubble falling
a new hope is calling
a rushing spirit
a light glowing bright neon
for you’ve asked
“what’s going on?”

Be aware of a likely torrent
muddy, stained memories
bloody, pained—no longer secretive
like a nostalgic fugitive.

Fill your soul with empathy before
and she will be grateful for evermore.
This one fight will be won
For you’ve asked what’s going on,
you’ve had to implore,
what’s going on behind the door?

If only she knew 2

Published by Ondrej on April 22, 2020
Note from the author:

This poem is a continuation of or ‘sequel’ to the original If only she knew.

Holding that strip of canvas
a faint, distant smile.
Plain to see—a result
of weeks’ dedication;
wherefore has this been made?
The colours are so beautiful too—
if only she knew.

Steps back, a lady depicted
bright, ripe colours
fertile, lush greens
with deep, rich umber
and glowing blue;
if only she knew.

The cloth falls onto the ground,
a mind of its own.
But from a distance,
such a small shred
grows—north, south
in every heavenly path.
Fills the room;
now there are two;
if only she knew.

The painter, elsewhere
a sweating, nervous wreck
pulse beating on his neck.
He hopes deeply
almost beyond hope itself
that the message will come through
and she knows
what he feels is true;
if only, if only she knew.

Beautiful lady is perplexed
thankfully remains unvexed.
Wait—a gasp—she sees it;
her heart, matches with a flit.
She’s been looking in a mirror:
make no mistake, this is no error,
this glorious canvas
painted with such tact, class
heart now a chargèd rod.
This painter—oh god
such a charming gentleman
his affectionate way definitely can
stir up the wildest feelings inside of me
ones even I have not managed to see.
Such beautiful emotions of many a hue
That was the moment,
that was the moment she knew.

A glint in your eye

Published by Ondrej on April 16, 2020

There’s a glint in your eye
perhaps a furtive glance
or a smile
you’re ready to dance.

Dance, we will,
till the sun rests
And sing, we will,
till the moon’s in the sky.

That lubricious look you gave me
full of passion, desire – and there was one thing
one in who’s recognising I’m only a trainee
it’s one that made my heart so dearly ring.

You can feel it between the short breaths
between the needed gulps of air
a pang of fiery warmth
through a curtain of her hair.

This is a world unparalleled
as we reach the romantic overture
where words are of no use, where telepathy prevails
an experience, a feeling to nurture.

As the beating drums switch to tingling triangles,
and oxytocin tsunamis turn to tender embraces
understanding the words behind each fond caress:
‘tis adoration for one another we here possess.

Writing letters

Published by Ondrej on April 8, 2020

Writing letters,
flashbacks to a previous life
one of love, lots of it.
Gradual deterioration, too
A car whose tank went amber
next month was empty.

Writing letters,
seeing the memories
float before me
out of the page.
Nostalgia, lots of it
But no reluctance
nor regret.

Writing letters,
an agèd end,
a new beginning.
A furrowed brow
with racing heart
for writing letters
brings along
a new start.

While she’s asleep

Published by Ondrej on April 4, 2020

Now it’s time to write about her;
quick, while she’s asleep!
She knows not of the blur
my life has become when I weep.

Her charcoal hair holds a starry sheen
like Snow White, but not a fairytale.
You could say I’m living a dream,
but the slumber ship has yet to set sail.

The face that is fairest of them all
full of life, full of light
like springtime blooms beside a waterfall;
a breathtaking sight.

I could look at it for eternity and then some
for she would be caught in a loving embrace
in a place where nothing needs to be done
and all speed diminishes in pace.

Is this what I seek?
A desperate desire,
a search for whom to speak?
A fantastical fabrication;
product of my imagination.
It working, I cannot see
All I can ask of you
is to forgive me.

If only she knew

Published by Ondrej on March 30, 2020

I look into her eyes:
they are like a sunlit forest,
a terrestrial Lothlorien.
Green and brown,
rich, lively earthly hues
I’m already lost in them, to be honest.
My breath comes out in sighs,
she is smiling:
a real comedienne.

Moments like these
could last forever;
and in a way, they do.
Forever on replay
in my mind,
if only, if only she knew.

She won’t ask
and I won’t tell her.
How could you?
You can’t say
that every second
since that fateful day
I’ve been wanting to tell you
that what I feel is true.

It’s a shame that moment never happened;
you were never that close.
Your eyes, only distant;
not glancing my way,
not even for an instant.
On a picture I hold
as my hands tremble.
At least the tears, I mumble,
wash away the dust as they tumble.

A beautiful sight

Published by Ondrej on February 14, 2020

I just want to hug her so tight
and tell her that everything’s gonna be alright.
It’s a time when words are devoid of meaning
You don’t have to say anything
She is such a beautiful sight.