Prose poetry

Image by Iva Hotko

There will be light,
someone said,
well, not today,
not for me anyway.
Shades and "places of sin",
where apparently everything begins,
offer more satisfaction
then the warm caresses of sunlight.

Keep your shoulders up when you walk, pay attention to how you talk, always be polite and smile never…


Image by Iva Hotko

Poetry is a matter of heart and soul

with leftovers of the mind.

When engaging with poetry, unconsciously, people are searching for the keys
that will open something within them. …


Poetry

Image by Iva Hotko

Pillow covered in tears,
an end of a dream.

You were a stranger,
nothing more,
but you were there,
and in some strange mood.

Somehow we felt each other
without words,
no expectations for conversation
just a pleasant presence
that made loneliness hurt less.

You shared with me
what you…


Prose poetry

Image by Iva Hotko

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
is it late for me to know,
who am I, and where’s my voice?

A mosaic put together from the remains of alien emotions and thoughts, is any of that mine in this vortex of truths and lies? …


Poetry

Image by Iva Hotko

There, at the end of the day
with twilight whispers,
and shades weaving tales.
I lost my innocence
somewhere along the way.

It was a dream within a dream
of a world as I wanted it to be. …

Iva Hotko

Walking contradiction of sense and sensibility. Literature, art, philosophy, nature, hiking and photography 🦋

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