Alliance: Poem

 Alliance: Poem

I am fluent

In silence.

I do not need

A license.

Communication shortened

At a distance.

Love proved existence

In text and sentence.

Quiet. Silent. Letters.

Two in the darkness.

Relaxed

In alliance.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wild Dandelion: Poem

 

Wild Dandelion

I’d rather be a dandelion:

Wild, stubborn, hard to kill

Like a strong lion,

Yet full of wishes.

Sun-fed, bee-kissed.

Also, unapologetic to feel,

And carried

By the wind

When defined

As always kind.

Wild dandelion is on my mind.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories: Poem

 

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories

Do not have any regrets

If you reveal your secrets

To the wind.

Do not blame the messenger’s link

To reveal them to the trees.

If only bees

Could share and write in ink

Everything they learned

From sweet emotions

And yardwork struggles.

Beautiful

And grateful,

Small but approachable.

They bring sunshine

To the sunny side of life,

Which is sweet and fine.

Some stories do not need a plan.

Some stories wonder

As much as the sparking fire

Reveals the secrets of life.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Morning Delights: Poem

 The Morning Delights: Poem

Earth delights

To feel your bare feet,

And winds to play

With my curly hair.

The two bald eagle pair off

While flying over the river…

Why not?!

Sun gently caresses the skin.

Me touching you, very kind,

You know what I mean.

The Earh whispers its secrets

To those who choose to listen.

Let’s cherish its voice riddles.

Let’s go on slow walks,

Watching wildlife,

And breathing in and out

Because we are alive.

Tomshinsky@2026

To Be, or Not to Be: Poem

 To Be, or Not to Be

I.

To be,

Or not to be.

There is no deadline

For becoming who you

Want to be.

There are no due dates

To cross the silver line.

It is fine.

New Year resolution,

Get it!

And do not be late

To the plate.

II.

Shakespeare said,

To be, or not to be.

There is not any fee.

I am going to ask the tree.

It always advises me.

I depend on a buzzing bee.

Asking questions,

It is the main key.

Tomshinsky@2026

Naked Truth: Poem

 Naked Truth

If I would walk under

The ice wind moon,

I would dance at the music tone.

I would think of music

And look at the birth

Of the frail spring beauty

From a brilliant start of February,

Like the star that rises

And sends

Cold blinding light

Over the Earth to make it right.

The emerald and cobalt

White blanket of cloud

In the eastern sky

Make even some black birds cry,

Hoarsely in some dusky woods,

Gossiping about some large boobs.

Tomshinsky@2026

An Artist Admission: Essay

An Artist Admission: Essay

Why does an artist want to present his work to the world? I sometimes think about this question. Do I want to know? Do you want to be applauded? Tell me how talented I am. I sure do. But is that the whole story? Or maybe trying to present my work in the world is the desire to feel that I have a place in it?

In some way majority artist is a lonely person, the creation process is personal and there is a lot of loneliness. Perhaps an artist's desire to share his work with the world is out of a desire to feel understood, to feel smooth. To feel that he is seen. When the audience out there appreciates the artist's work it's like saying, "You have a place here, you are important." Creating without presenting is a bit like living in a cage. Like writing poems for a drawer. When the world meets my creation, it gives it some meaning. On the other hand, this is tricky. Because the crowd out there too, it does not have any real essence, it transitions and changes and it is even fictitious. And the fact that some people looked at my work is not a measure of its value or quality. Really, creation has its own existence. Even if it is a poem that stayed in the drawer and no one ever reads it. The inner creative processes that take place in the artist's mind have value, existence, and fulfillment even if no one outside will ever know about them. And deep down the artist does not need external approval, or recognition. The creation itself has truths even without the applause of the audience.

So, this is the kind of dance that the artist dances, between the desire to feel like he belongs to the world, the desire to be seen, and to remember that deep down he does not depend on it, and there is always value for his existence.

I love being an artist. I put things in the local gadget on a regular basis. Art is an expression of self. I am so grateful to live, and work, surrounded in such a great artistic community!

Tomshinsky@2026