When the winter is over

When the winter is over, –
a spring will come, and maybe
summer at once.

You’ll ask me: “Will it always be like that?”
and I’ll answer: “No, there is nothing eternal in the Creation.
Everything once comes to an end, –
sooner or later. ”

“Fool, don’t be a smart ass as always”, – you’ll say, –
“I’m talking about spring, and you’re already buried the summer!”

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a disposition blues #2

A quintessential cello
a subatomic blues is disintegrating
from its body.

His fingers,
touching primal strings,
causing the time to change its direction.

He is creating worlds,
while I am enjoying his music;
with my meaty ears and
exhausted psyche.

a poet #2

I was thinking about God,
and how He creates this world
using letters and the infinite light;
black light on a white.

what about myself,
not a poet, just trying to write;
black letters on white.

sometimes I feel lonely when I write,
or maybe I write because I feel lonely?

(I know it is only a feeling)

God is always one and He is obsolete; we’re always looking for someone, to be somehow complete.

my father says, any artists are lonely in the world they create.