Danilo Stavitsky
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Poem - "I am wounded", dated 12.12.2021
Poems, Songs & ProseI am wounded.
And no, I'm not talking about physics,
I'm not about running away in tears,
… Hitting the bedside table with my right pinky.
No, I wasn't beaten.
They didn't let me feel the taste of blood.
I'm just wounded like a child,
Who instead of a cake,
Was brought a bucket of carrots from the garden.
It sounds strange what's below:
But I won't feel pain,
Until they tell me my body hurts,
Even if I fall asleep with salt running through me.
No, I'm not strange
I'm just a human
A human who was raised by a wound.
A wound on the heart,
From involuntary flights.
Flights with a set boundary.
I am wounded,
Like a crystal glass vase.
You can knock me out of strength not with a blow,
But by saying something in a rough voice.
I am wounded.
Only my wounds heal differently,
Than cuts on the veins.
Scars are deeper.
Waste is weaker.
My limit - a bloody puddle.
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Poem - "Afraid of the rain", dated 25.02.2022
Poems, Songs & ProseMom, listen, everything is fine with me.
I'm sorry I disappeared, the connection was bad.
I ate twice, the third in the morning,
The neighbor from the trench tossed a cigarette.
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Yesterday I saw an old bear!
What was he doing in the forest? Looking for mercy...
Who said they shot at us?
It's a lie, mom, a feudal mirage.
How's brother, how's the dog? Tell me, don't be silent!
Maybe for the last time... Don't worry, I'm foolish.
Just didn't get enough sleep again at night,
Again in the dark we searched for enemy fires.
I don't know what will happen when I call.
Like you, I'm afraid of the secret rain...
But everything will be fine, victory is ours!
Wait for me. Hugged everyone, Love!
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Poem - "Just Only", from 13.06.2023
Poems, Songs & ProseHe only dreamed at the windows.
Thought: "What's in the dark forest?"
Where did the injured enemy hide?
When will the sun drive them away from here?
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Every day he dreamed in front of the school.
Promised his parents to study law.
Trying to move mountains...,
He poured ground coffee into the pot.
In the evening and at night he dreamed.
Didn't want to follow the news.
"I want to see the truth! To the shadows!"
"I want to reach the sky, overcoming the storms!"
On Christmas Eve, they said,
In that program where they write about the fallen.
How the brave boys defended the border,
Not letting the goats out to Kyiv.
They didn't want to let him go,
Because he was young, only eighteen.
"If you go a little further, your warriors won't disappear,
They are in Donbass."
A summer morning gave the boy the opportunity
To grow up a little more, perhaps...
Because with his things on the train, from his father,
He went with the dream of becoming a soldier.
For almost a month he studied the commandments,
Of those people who wrote history.
Two summaries for a couple, a lot.
But the boy chose the statute as his fate.
Every day training and shooting,
Kilometers of walked paths.
But barely any praise, believe me.
"He's only ready for a book!"
He only dreamed at the windows.
Who would believe in the strength of the "powerless"...
"An automatic rifle for him? Only in wars!"
"I won't trust a child with a person."
It was either Saturday or Tuesday,
It's important to say exactly, I forgot.
But I know for sure, it was yesterday...
Because since then, days seem fleeting.
What happened there is still unheard of,
But that boy became defiant.
Through images, through despair and tears.
From a soldier, he grew into a Warrior.
He became a little taller, maybe by a head.
An automatic rifle hangs behind him.
And now, just like back then,
Those who sit at the windows dream about him.
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