Her Autumn
Once she becomes the prisoner
Of her captivating thoughts
She may be longing for
An abundance of beauty
Soft flying bundle of feathered fibers
Its muted dance in frigid air
Its weightless landing
Burned by autumn leaf of vine tree
With clusters of dark purple grapes
Shine of round pebbles in a puddle
When water cleans left rays of the day
Refreshing wind
That wrestles hair against its known order
And gently outlines her lips
Drops of milk fall from the cup
Do not escape the cat's eyes
That runs with tail up to lick the ground
A dark green moss warms up
Corners of a wooden house
Wild rose hips light up walls
With silver spider web without spider
That captures flies and tortures them
As she gets tortured by her own thoughts
Inna Dulchevsky spent her early school years in Belarus. She currently resides in Brooklyn, New York. She was awarded First Prize in the 2014 David B. Silver Poetry Competition. Her poems have appeared in both journals and books including Pyrokinection, Jellyfish Whispers, Lavender, and Antheon. Inna's literary influences include Pushkin, Lermontov, Yesenin, Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, Block, Bunin, Turgenev, Chekhov, Gogol, Tolstoy, Bulgakov, Nabokov, and Dostoevsky. Her interests include metaphysics, philosophy, literature and practice in meditation and yoga. Inna's musical education in violin and classical singing, as well as her discovery of Vermeer's light and expansion of consciousness through the connection with inner-self and Nature, are essential in the writing of her poetry.
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