** Tuapsian Tunes Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Dedicated to Valery E.M., deputy mair of Tuapse ***
We simultaneously feel all matters,
We comprehend the at a common way.
The snow here is about, scattered,
The snowflakes fade, I miss that distant bay.
The wintery season drops its frozen conches,
The sea is fondling all my velvet skin.
So two realities are like two sponges
Absorbing suds with which I am a-kin.
The ages go under the tidge of mountains,
The wave is langoring for us unsplit.
So peacocks and flamingoes watch the fountain
Of roses, by that late May, briskly lit.
Palm orchards worship, yet, my skinny shadow,
I just seek for your arms, to hold my neck.
Oh lavender in those lurking meadows.
Oh salty drops that dry there at the deck.
November,2024; Moscow.
©Poetic stanzas, by Anna Polibina-Polansky.