Just a Leaf: Poem

 

Just a Leaf

One leaf is so small.

This leaf is yellow in the fall.

One leaf separated from the tree

To be free.

The leaf is on the ground, very low.

The leaf moved me to tears.

The leaf has raindrops

And wet tears pop

Like tender raindrops.

The yellow leaf is my orange

Juice for the ear

To escape fair. –

What am I afraid of? –

To be on the ground, very low

Like this lonely yellow leaf.

Alone, with raindrops

And wet tears pop.

Minimalism is realism,

A visual expression

Of hypersensitive primitivism.

Environmental tenancy

And extraordinary tendency.

The yellow leaf was removed

Of normal auditory cortex.

A new context created.

Just one leaf

Has the high tended power

Of my complex fantasy

And yellow leaf imagery. 

Tomshinsky@2026

At the Feeder: Poem

 

At the Feeder

Every forest we bring back

Cools the land

And protects the water

To build tomorrow better.

I watched how birds bow

And throw

A tantrum at the feeder.

Tufted titmouse is sweet and feisty.

The chirping sparrow

Was bold brave,

And full of sparks

With an attitude of the hawks.

Morning dove kept the bill in the water

Like using a straw

With suction-like drinking method.

There are backyard secrets

Kept in floppy feathers –

Because clean water matters.

Tomshinsky@2026

Some Memories: Poem

 

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: Poem

 

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: Poem

 

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: Poem

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: Poem

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