i saw a little girl
touching her belly button
smiling sheepishly
back into the womb
i flew in an instant
connected in no time
who is that little girl
where had the wind
blown her since
staring into the mirror
at times she appears again
her eyes towards the sky
her smile beaming
with joy and peace
then she vanishes
only to be replaced
by fog on the mirror
hiding an old lady
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Here is an audio recording of this poem on Spotify:
going nuts for pecans
unimpressed by cheesy cashews
walnuts in the shape of a brain
good fortune of hazelnuts
pinenuts loved by black cockatoos
brazil nuts from the amazon
creamy buttery macadamias
a hard nut to crack!
Dear reader,
Thank you for visiting, liking, subscribing and commenting on this site. It is my pleasure to share snippets of my life and thoughts with you. I appreciate you being here. Whether you are new or an old friend of this site, you are welcomed and your presence matters.
I love to share something delightful with you today. It is always very exciting to see our written work published. Whether it be in a magazine or a literary publication. I personally get goosebumps of happiness seeing my poetry reposted, and published online or offline. It means a lot to me.
Today, I extend my heartfelt thanks to Spillwords for featuring a few of my poems over the last few years. They also did an author’s interview with me and it can be accessed through the below link.
https://spillwords.com/author/hanarubinstejnova
I trust you share this joy with me. In appreciation.
Yours,
Hana
my friend has a friend and their friend
told my friend ‘s friend about my friend
who knew? we all are now best friends!
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i was stimulating my visual cortex
watching flames
until the fire in my spine
became double helix
….
my feet are on fire
must have been
fast running
from my duties
….
chances like this don’t come often
until one day when the bag splits open
and they all start pouring out
into the Santa’s lap
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thoughts are those little flickering specs
that dissapear faster than you can say
i know
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stop pushing your luck
and instead pull the rabbit
out of the bagpipes
….
don’t ask me what this means
i write what comes unfiltered
like a turkish coffee
….
the sediment is rather dark and deep
the mind is even more so
….
without the freedom to express
the change is very slow
….
got stuck in a heatwave
not a fan!
….
my god who would you have to bless
if you didn’t create me?
….
please put some scense into this
nonsense
….
and i have tumor…typo …two more
….
anticipation is detrimental to health
so i jump into speeches
….
reflecting on our life means
many lived experiences
