Do you know what grief? Do you know what love is

Veronica Tushnova

My home is in your heart
I
Do you know,
what is grief,
when the noose is tight
on your throat?
When on the heart
a ton of a block,
when you can't
not a tear, not a groan?
So that no one sees
God forbid
red eyes,
dull skin,
so that no one notices
I'm so tired
what a sick, old woman
became...
Do you know,
What is grief?
swim across it
just like the sea
go over it
it's like a desert
and they talk about him
empty words
They say:
“You know, he left her...”
And me without you
like a boat without oars,
like a bird without wings,
like a plant without a root...
Do you know what grief is?
I haven't told you everything yet,
Do you know how I walk around train stations?
How do I study the schedules?
How do I meet trains at night?
Like at every post office
I pray for a miracle:
even lines, even words
from there... from there...
II
I thought it was impossible
so that “There is no way out.”
But it turns out that it happens.
For a year
for two,
for ten years
no exit!
But life does not end.
But life doesn't end anyway,
and people meet
drink wine
watching a movie,
they ride on buses,
walk the streets
together... together...
Call each other:
"My!"
"My!"
They say to each other:
"Go home!"
Home…
And you asked me: “Where are we going?”
Do homeless people have a home?
III
A house has four walls...
Who said there are four walls?
Who invented that people
Should it be locked?
Have you forgotten
like the spruce thickets are dark
and how tall the stars are
lit for us?
Have you forgotten how meadow grass
soft,
like a fishing boat
a big river pumps
have you forgotten
blaze and crackle
dry wood?
Is it really that scary?
if not above you
ceiling?
A house has four walls...
Well, what if we don’t have them?
If not at our house
will accept acquaintances,
no windows, no porch,
no chimney,
if in our house
telegraph poles groan,
if in our house,
Are the trains thundering by?..
No matter what, never
I don’t change this fate,
to the sweetest home
I won't go in without you
never.
IV
I remember the first autumn
when you knocked on my door,
hugged my shoulders
stroked my hair
and was silent...
I was afraid of you
I tamed you with difficulty,
I didn't know you
my spring
my daily bread,
house!
I didn't know that you -
resurrection, homeland, light!..
And now you're gone
and there is no shelter for me in the world!
You're not young anymore
my favorite?
Am I young?
Are you tired, my love?..
And I? - even if it’s a day without work,
at least an hour without worries...
Doesn't matter -
to the sweetest home
I won't go in without you...
My home is just the two of you,
my home is in your heart!
Don't think I'm brave
I'm not afraid of insult or grief,
what you want -
I will do everything, -
Do you hear, my dear heart?
If only you would smile,
just be your old self
became
I just don't want to hurt myself,
how the caught falcon did not fight...
…Do you know,
What is grief?
swim across it
just like the sea
go over it
it's like a desert
but there is no other way
from now on,
and if I were found, I wouldn’t go
another...
Do you know,
What is grief?
Did you know
what is happiness?

Do you know what love is?
What are sleepless nights?
How recently dormant blood boils,
Is your heart torn to shreds?

Do you know what sadness is?
When happiness is replaced by separation,
And love, like a train rushing into the distance,
Quiets forever - not a sigh, not a sound?

How much do you know about the joy of meetings?
How do gentle hands touch your face?
Do you know how difficult it is to save
This joy from a new separation?

Do you know what spring is?
How the nightingales sing on a warm evening in May,
Are gardens blooming after winter sleep?
You know?
...I do not know...

Reviews

Hello, Lekha Borisych! Look how I was struck by your creation:

“You really don’t know what love smells like?
How tenderness chirps like birds?
Do not you know?" - I want to ask you again.
Love kills and heals.
And the joys of meetings - they can be pain
Your heart will curl up and shrink.
Don't know about them? Don't blame yourself
It's better to remain ignorant.
And only spring - haven’t you heard of it? -
Spring is endless happiness,
I would forever inhale her scents,
And he was always drunk in her power...
Let the nightingales sing vying with each other
Sonnets for the May twilight.
They would heal your wounds
To the birth of the coming summer.
Oh, you don’t know what spring smells like!
He said that you don't know how to love.
Your life is poor. Poor without passions
You don’t dare give in to your feelings...
You don’t know...You don’t love...You’re getting old...

Absolute LG! Nothing personal!

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Miliza

Veronica Tushnova - about Love - cycle - My home is in your heart- reads - Miliza

Do you know,
what is grief
when the noose is tight
on your throat?
When on the heart
a ton of lump
when you can't
not a tear, not a groan?
So that no one sees
God forbid
red eyes,
dull skin,
so that no one notices
I'm so tired
what a sick, old woman
became...
Do you know,
What is grief?
swim across it
just like the sea
go over it
it's like a desert
and they talk about him
empty words
They say:
"You know, he left her
And me without you
like a boat without oars,
like a bird without wings,
like a plant without a root...
Do you know what grief is?
I haven't told you everything yet,
Do you know how I walk around train stations?
How do I study the schedules?
How I meet trains at night
Like at every post office
I pray for a miracle:
even lines, even words
from there... from there...

I thought it was impossible
so that there is no way out.
But it turns out that it happens.
For a year
for two,
for ten years
no exit!
But life does not end.
But life doesn't end anyway,
and people meet
drink wine
watching a movie,
they ride on buses,
walk the streets
together... together...
Call each other:
'My!'
'My!'
They say to each other:
'Go home!'
Home...
And you tell me: “Where are we going?”
Do homeless people have a home?

3
House - four walls...
Who said there are four walls?
Who invented that people
Should it be locked?
Have you forgotten
like the spruce thickets are dark
and how tall the stars are
lit for us?
Have you forgotten how meadow grass
soft,
like a fishing boat
a big river pumps
have you forgotten
blaze and crackle
dry wood?
Is it really that scary?
if not above you
ceiling?
House - four walls...
Well, what if we don’t have them?
If not at our house
will accept acquaintances,
no windows, no porch,
no chimney,
if in our house
telegraph poles groan,
if in our house,
Are the trains thundering by?..
No matter what, never
I don’t change this fate,
to the sweetest home
I won't go in without you
never.

I remember the first autumn
when you knocked on my door,
hugged my shoulders
stroked my hair
and was silent...
I was afraid of you
I tamed you with difficulty,
I didn't know you
my spring
my daily bread,
house!
I didn't know that you -
resurrection, homeland, light!..
And now you're gone
and there is no shelter for me in the world!
You're not young anymore
my favorite?
Am I young?
Are you tired, my love?..
And I? - even if it’s a day without work,
at least an hour without worries...
Doesn't matter -
to the sweetest home
I won't go in without you...
My home is in your heart!
Don't think I'm brave
I'm not afraid of insult or grief,
what you want -
I will do everything, -
Do you hear, my dear heart?
If only you would smile,
just be your old self
became
I just don't want to hurt myself,
how the caught falcon did not fight...
...Do you know,
What is grief?
swim across it
just like the sea
go over it
it's like a desert
but there is no other way
from now on,
and if I found it, I wouldn’t go
another...
Do you know,
What is grief?

Did you know
what is happiness?