NATALIA GOVSHA

NATALIA GOVSHA

HEART

There is a little piece of metal

in the chest.

It’s gold

or silver,

or it’s steel,

or oxide,

even it is lead-evil.

Name it – Heart.

Imaging this -

glowing Gold

and Silver – are blessed.

All oxides – a mixtures of compounds.

Steel no real scars and wounds.

Lead - substance of arcane:

Lead is the bane.

But on your way,

God forbid, you will meet – Lead…

But no matter how sounds every heart,

We have Winged Heart,

hidden inside the very basis of our life – our sells.

maybe at least, one time per life

we reach the state of spiritual bliss.

This is the moment when the heart is winged

and finds the rhythm,

harmonious with the rhythms

of all hearts in the universe –

as on the earth so in the sky,

when light rays spread the love

and changed heart field

we reach the state of spiritual bliss.

© Natalia Govsha

UNCLOSED DOOR

...For you I have not closed the door...

Though, color's changing on the canvas of my life:

sometimes blurred - cry, or bright laugh with the light.

Day follows day... month follows month.

But in my core the score from rose's thorn - that rose,

you gave her – other woman, still bleeds like red petals and hurts...

...And I am here again - here, on the home-ground, snowy white.

Midnight...My face enjoys with kisses snowflakes.

And in my eyes I see the air as burn white flame through tears -

like divine candle in the church - that I've not lit for you today...

I have not lit the first time in five years...

© Natalie Govsha

MOM

I don't want

the earth would be empty

without you.

How to live

if you will leave the earth.

While you alive

tenderness flies through heaven

like the love source

to my core,

then streams from my heart

and enfolds whole world…

I don’t want

the earth would be empty

without you.

In my vision I see

the Grace of God’s Mother face…

She holds me with Her hands… in Her embrace…

I don’t say a word – She understands

what the sword cuts my poor heart.

I am the child… I will be a child while

my aged roots are still alive…

Alive…

© Natalie Govsha

To POET

If you’ll remove from me

the fetters of the ban,

and throw open your doors,

at least for a while,

with blissful smile

I’ll see effulgence of your letters,

and gently touch

to your words, alive,

by my eyes;

greedily swallowing

the sweetness of your thoughts,

frantically inhaling essence

of your presence.

I’ll snuggle to your pages

with my whole being.

You won't even see

my divine pleasure

by your luxurious words…

…If you’ll remove from me

the fetters of the ban

and throw open your doors,

at least for a while…

© Natalia Govsha

ПОЭТУ

Если ты снимешь с меня оковы,

и распахнешь свои двери,

хотя бы на время...

Я нежно глазами-слезами

прикоснусь к твоему слову, живому,

жадно глотая сладость твоих мыслей.

Судорожно вдыхая запах твоей жизни.

Всем существом своим

прильну к твоим страницам,

к буквам на них -

как к давно знакомым и потерянным лицам.

Обещаю - ты не увидишь

мое божественное наслаждение

твоим роскошным словом.

Ищу его, зову его,

наяву вижу, как эфемерное наваждение.

...Если ты снимешь с меня оковы,

и распахнешь свои двери.

Хотя бы на время...

©Наталия Говша

NATALIA GOVSHA

NATALIA GOVSHA: She has been written poems and prose all her life and has been studying alchemical philosophy and synthesis of religions for many years. She writes poems in Russian (it’s her mother language) and in English. She’s published her first book in English “Woman’s Diary” Archway Publishing, two years ago. She is Russian-Canadian, lives in Mississauga City, a province of Ontario, Canada, with her family.