Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

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the birds drink 
the flow of silence
autumn creeps with rain

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corner of the mouth mocks crying
bird leaves fly out the window

the smoke of silence rises
buried in the cemetery tears mixed with memories

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no one talks with torn faces

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open bellies conceal simple truths

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fog from which the limbs 
of people or monsters grow

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fish die in the sugar 
of water happiness

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Religion is a hobby club for those who have never died
 

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The secret of the soul
Secretion of guilt
Who will kiss my neck and turn me into a vampire?
 
The dream of a soldier who will turn a gun into a sex shop toy
 
Who will kiss me?
Nobody


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Mosquitoes fly to the scent of blood
So are military pilots
 

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There are as many explosions as there are stars in the sky
Every night to underground storage and bunkers
An alarm siren sounds
 
Life is wonderful as if it started from an egg and not from a dead chicken


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The grass we grew up in
The ant seeks protection from 
Тhe summer heat


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man brings bundles of hay home
mother cooks dinner
father lights a fireplace
the dog sleeps and sees the son


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strange sky falls on your head
solar stroke


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the crunch of leaves underfoot reminds of Jesus


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stove warms the house
dragonflies under fire freeze
dragons do not fly in order to warm insects with fire

One thought on “Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

  1. These are great. Not sure if they’re meant as a sequence or not, but with them all together it feels like cycling through moments of peace and violence over and over. Painful and lovely.

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