Some Memories
I.
Some memories
Never leave your bones.
Like the salt in the sea
They become a part of you
And you carry them in a shoe.
Memories walk with you
And come out of the hue.
Memories create new
Poems to tell new
Stories for you.
II.
Memories are on my mind
When I try to find
A context spark
That will leave a mark
In the new book
That has my look
On life, my thoughts and feelings
Stitched from memories
From me to you, out of the blue.
Tomshinsky@2026
Southern
Elegance
Let us have a glance
At the southern elegance.
You cannot buy the quality
Of being graceful and stylish
Both in manners and appearance.
A slender woman with grace and elegance
Is pleasingly ingenious.
Let us say, she is simple, not luxurious.
Southern elegance
Has the warmth of the daylight glance
And the wind and ocean dance.
Sothern elegance is a refined grace.
Elegancy is a feminine intelligence –
Attractive in appearance
Appealing in expression of voice,
Finding joy as a choice!
Tomshinsky@2026
Eyebrows Dance
I.
The wind joins the playful breeze.
Her feet are dancing
At the music at the trees.
No pause. No stop.
No final bow.
She is stepping in the glow.
II.
Age is a context. –
Amazing grace
Is not a race. –
Limitations are not
Excuses of destruction
Of making me laugh so hard.
You do not notice till later
The happy smile became
The sole consolidation. –
The eyebrows
Support the music flow.
IT
It.
It is
What it is, -
Said Miss T,
Beautifully dissected IT
As her own platform
In a new normal.
There is not any formality,
Just simple identity.
She applicates scenes of nature,
Enjoys music and books adventure,
And references to history.
Pride of accomplishment story.
Totally educated and confident
Has access to meaning of life
When she offers her hand of five.
It is
What it is, -
Well said.
Tomshinsky@2026
Luxurious
The older I get
The more luxurious this feels –
An unhurried morning,
Fresh coffee,
And nothing louder than birds.
I am thankful,
I am grateful.
I just send you
A hug in my thoughts.
I hope you felt it! –
You sent one back
And squeezed very hard.
There are always hugs and prayers
For protection and safety to bear
As a way of healing to wear
A warm overflow
Of luxurious kisses
To say you are loved.
I am thankful.
I am grateful,
And blessed.
Tomshinsky@2026
Vixen Diary
Little Fox, Little Fox,
Where do you go
Through the grass, soft and slow
In the beautiful orange tux?
Little Fox, Little Fox,
In the orange tux, -
I am invited to a fiesta.
There is some trifecta
When you go soft and slow
Always flow. –
Little Fox did not want to blow
Her destination
Because she got an invitation.
Little Fox had dreams
And wanted to learn to fly.
She said, “I would never lie!
I am almost at the barn
At the isolated farm,
And there is some sweet chicken
On the menu card.
As usual the coolest Little Fox
Was stalking Rabbits
As her hungry habits.
The adorable Vixen
Emerged from the den.
Every Little Fox fairytale
Has an orange fluffy tail.
The wild foxy animal
Did lost the curious expression
Of natural fascination
Exploring peaceful woodland
And wandering through the meadow.
Little Fox trusted the process
That daylight will come
Even the world was still dark.
Meantime, the dogs did not bark.
Nature provided law and order.
The Chicken lost the juicy shoulder,
Only feathers covered the backroad.
Universe deploys moments of chance.
The tail teaches to enhance
Awareness of choices and chance
Because the sun never forgets to rise,
And daylight will come.
Tomshinsky@2026
Morning
Walk
To be refreshed
By a morning walk
You do not need to talk.
Be elated over bird
Or autumn golden gift.
Somewhere people are running
Hurrying,
And you are just happy.
You dance in the rain,
Standing in the pond.
Driving rain created a bound
Stronger than the wind.
Sometimes, we do not need a wing,
Just my hoody in pink.
Tomshinsky@2026
