Серые тучи лениво ворчали.
Солнце светило в прорехи небес...
Дождик всё капал — жара убежала.
Мокрые листья зелёных древес.

Свежей прохладой умылися дали,
Мокрый асфальт остывал от жары.
Голуби в небе случайно летали,
Мало народа — пустые дворы.

Дама с собачкой, какой-то прохожий.
Гром, перекатом, ворчит невзначай...
Тёплое лето! Мир крутится Божий.
Будет опять замечательный май.

Тучки рассеялись, брызнуло солнце,
Острым сияньем с краёв облаков.
Вечер опять заглянул мне в оконце.
Дождик стучит вереницею стихов.

1 августа 2025
18:24

As my poetry is very diverse.
I'm sure many questions are posed.
Who the hell this woman is.
But on the whole I'm quite a character.
As diversity follows me.

Within the fortress of my chest,
two armies rise at dawn—
one clad in crimson silk,
the other in shadowed steel.

Love, with hands warm as sunrise,
lays flowers along the corridors of my mind, promising peace in a voice
that feels like home.

Hate, with eyes like storm-torn skies,
sets fire to every blooming thing,
swearing the ruin is mercy,
and the ashes, my salvation.

They march the same veins,
drink from the same pulse,
speak in the same tongue—
and yet their banners
will never fly side by side.

Some nights, Love wins
and the world feels golden.
Some nights, Hate takes the crown
and I sharpen my silence into swords.

But more often—
they lock arms in stalemate,
pressing their weight upon my soul,
neither yielding,
neither retreating,
leaving me
to live in the uneasy kingdom
where both are king.

"The heart of man is a divided river,
and its two streams know not the other’s course."
— Epic of Gilgamesh

...

There is a thread—
unseen, divine—
spun long before your hand met mine
In the silence where no eyes see
God wrote your name beside my decree
Beneath the stars, before the breath
in the realm untouched by time or death
our souls were lanterns, side by side—
then cast to earth, and made to hide.

You walked through rain, I burned through frost
both led by strings we didn’t know
We loved the wrong, we lost the right
yet dreamt the same face every night
The world was loud, but hearts were wise—
they searched for home in strangers' eyes
I passed by years that wore your scent
not knowing where your silence went.

And every prayer, though not your name
still reached the sky and burned the same
Still, fate would stretch but never tear—
for what is yours is always there
Perhaps in this life, not in flesh—
but in the ache, the dreams, the breath.
Perhaps we meet where souls reside
where tulips bloom and no one dies.

So if you feel a sudden pull
when the wind is soft, and the world is dull—
it’s me, my love, it’s always been—
the other end of the unseen string.


Erennwrites

Acrobatic
Elegance
Mixed
With mystery
Wise to the rise
Giants of the sea
Breaking free
Through depths
Of blues and greens
Like brush stokes
Through a dream
Lines and curves
Become serene
In the depths
They sing
Where
Beauty leaps
From the belly
Of the beast
Bubble trapping
Curiosity