Friday, February 19, 2016

A Poem by Inna Dulchevsky


Long slim fingers
Of willow that weeps
Clicks dry-bone knuckles
Extends thirsty branches
Crooks hungry figure
Over my comatose posture

            "weep!  weep!"

Shelters me under my fear
Into my dreary presence
Into pulsation of old rotten flesh
That surrogates my heartbeat

Swills from me
As if      she rejoices
Over the body of water

Green silent lake
  White stormy ocean
      Running wild river
           Stinking swamp

  Dry salt

White Lotus flower

Inna Dulchevsky spent her early school years in Belarus.  She currently resides in Brooklyn, New York.  She was awarded the Frist Prize 2014 David B. Silver Poetry Competition.  Inna's work has been published in numerous anthologies, books and journals including Pyrokinection, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain, Petals in the Pan Anthology, Element(ary) My Dear Anthology, Happy Holidays! Anthology, book Lavender, The Cannon's Mouth, The Otter, New Poetry, Calliope Magazine, Calliope Magazine Anniversary Issue, Aquillrelle Anthology 4th annual Lummox Poetry Anthology, KNOT Magazine, Antheon, and is forthcoming in Secrets and Dreams Anthology.  Her interests include metaphysics, philosophy, meditation and yoga.  The 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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