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A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 6


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Selection of Poetry - Vol. 6

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[!] A portrait of teenage Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

14th of Tov and Yermey, 417 E.S.

 


 

Haiku

 


 

Lilacs in the wind,

Shimmering beauty beheld,

Fields, purple and green.

 

-

 

A boat lost at sea,

I can't see, but home calls me,

It pulls me to shore.

 

-

 

Flutter of the wing,

Sound is gone within seconds,

Returned without words.

 

-

 

Gift upon the words,

Flowers of the golden bloom,

Never withering.

 

-

 

Death upon the air,

Ingrained in a soldier’s mind,

The stench of old blood.

 

-

 

The waters consume,

Entrapped in their dark deepness,

Never to see day.

 

-

 

Droplets of water,

I flinch as they hit my face,

Numbing sensation.

 

-

 

I long in silence,

Terrified that if I spoke,

You would slip away.

 

-

 

Endless void of space,

Illuminated by stars,

Twinkling at night.

 

-

 

Aedypapej,

A leader among all men,

Standing tall for us.

 

-

 

Snow is a gesture,

It’s arms outstretched towards the ground,

Sleep on white meadows.

 

-

 

Shame crawled through the door,

Wearing nothing but wore clothes,

It shrieked, then toppled.

 

-

 

A faint cry sounded,

Pain enwrapped entirely,

Only misery.

 

-

 

Cave built on wonder,

Moonlit sky peaking through cracks,

Dissolving within.



 

 


 

“Nervous”

 

A nervous chuckle escapes from 

My mouth every time I talk to you.

An awkward tic, rarely ever caught

And stopped, only after I came to.

 

Thumbs round each other in circles,

The soft scraping of skin calms my nerves.

It soothes me, allowing me to continue

Talking without stuttering or stopping.

 

Pale cheeks lose themselves within the

An ever expanding rose garden,

Blazing fires cover them entirely,

Burning a delicate hand’s gently touch.

 

It is an endless cycle, the longing

To talk with you despite the fright I 

Feel when we meet face to face.

Anxious joy on a continuous loop.

 

Even through this, I wish to be at

Your side constantly, never departing.

 

 

 


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