Навеяно стишем Конец Времени А. Гуськова
Пели поэты песни о нем, где утверждали, что времени нет.
Время дробилось на радужный спектр, и отражалось от плоскостей,
Люди стреляли в него на слух, походя, провожая гостей.
Время сменило сотни личин и, наконец, подошло к концу.
Время - ну да, результат один - сшито по нашему образцу.
Оригинал выложен по адресу:
http://www.stihi.ru/2003/04/10-428
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ВРЕМЯ - дробилось на элементы,
Дышало мне в ухо и маялось,
Рассыпалось - на части и на фрагменты,
И - старилось,
..................старилось,
.................................старилось...
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Dear Oxy,
Liked your poem, it certainly seems as if you were moving from the romantic side towards the philosophical one! Have to admit, I like this trend! :)
Not that I disliked your romantic poems, but here, on this site, there seem to be so many of them, that I oftentimes feel like not writing anything romantic myself, just to help and save the site from this overwhelming never-ending stream of bad romantic poems... :))) Anyway, it's not about you or your poetry (or mine for that matter), rather some irrelevant thoughts aloud... :))
Wishing you a very happy New Year and a wonderful Christmas, and may all your dreams come true in the new year!
With affection,
Yours G.
Чорный Георг 29.12.2005 07:13 Заявить о нарушении
Sometimes I feel sick from my own romantic poems :D
And then it's a good turn to start writing deep, thoughtful things, isn't it? :)
So let me wish you happy new things in Happy new year with words of famous ABBA: :)
"Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don't we might as well lay down and die
You and I"
Best of wishes, yours Oxy.
Резникова Оксана 29.12.2005 10:17 Заявить о нарушении