Wednesday, March 30, 2016

A Poem by Inna Dulchevsky

To My Muse

                                  Words of poetry do not belong to people
                                  Or names
                                  They are the sanctuary of the soul
                                  At the physical plane

You take away my sleep
I neglect to cover my naked shoulders
Your voice pulls me closer
In tete-a-tete heartbeat
My plea escapes from your heart

Or     maybe
Your heart escapes from me with its plea

Scatter through many dimensions
Swell my recalls with the scent of yellow roses
Cure my hands from the stings of dark thorns
Clean my wounds
Reduce my pain     with more pain
To the threshold of numbness

Or     maybe
I lie to myself that this numbness exists

Meaningless words
Translated through senses
Detach from me and     floats away
Your voice ties my fragmented expressions in lament
My breath has no sound

Or     maybe
My heart is out of breath     when you speak


Inna Dulchevsky spent her early school years in Belarus.  She currently resides in Brooklyn, New York.  She was awarded the First 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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