Love
Again
Your love has transport
Me like sails over clear water
To the foreign port
To a heaven’s embrace
My heart jumps at race
And pulses with a gentle dance.
It is possible to love again –
My blood is boiling in my vein.
I still have a horny rib
That drives my sailing grab
Into his strong sailing hand.
I lost my pride
I am in love. I land.
The end.
Kindness: Poem
Autumn Light
Poems, paintings, or music
Flow into mind in waves.
The day is bright
Of the autumn light
By the leave colors you sent
To my pathway lands.
Inspiration comes in different forms
From strangest small corners.
Sometimes grown ups
Stay on the same wavelength
When people run the same distance,
When people’s corresponding components
Travel along the mind waves.
Only if you are brave
And crave the autumn’s light,
Autumn wind knows how to bright.
Tomshinsky@2025
Turning Life into Art Site
Heal slowly,
Love deeply –
Some hearts do not fade,
Just wait.
Some hearts stock
In small places
That does not know races,
Between what was
And what pause
Or could cause.
Life does not ask
For permission reignite.
When turning life into art site,
Life does not hand us
Racing tournaments:
It gives us moments.
Keep creating
When you do more than surviving
As you turning life into art site.
Tomshinsky@2025
Cozy Beginning: Short Essay
Life does not give us a perfect picture; it gives us
moments that our memory treasures for life and keeps us going. Cooking for one
may seem simple but it is also an act of care a promise kept to yourself to
live, breathe, and keep creating. In the end, it is more than surviving, it is
turning life into art.
The first, best of the day, cup of coffee makes the cozy
beginning welcomed and meaningful. The morning smiles stay throughout the day
in celebration of another conquered day. A certain shade of Autumn light, a
tree leaning into the wind, a quiet moment that whispers instead of shouts.
When you notice those things, it gives life purpose in the long run, even when
the days feel ordinary.
Life to Cherish
We all have our lives to cherish –
People in the big cities
And at small Parrish.
Fallen leaves are not dead.
They dance on the windy day.
A woman with a book, poem, or song
Is not defeated, she is strong.
Even life loses to her,
If she has a cup of coffee first.
Writing of course is a self-expression
And has a spiritual need.
Like a book to read.
The painting impulse is low
But we bow.
Busy excursions filled
With hard work
And innumerable impressions
Of natural effects in the country
That have our youth memories.
Tomshinsky@2025
Offering
I.
Thank you for offering
To see bright stars together,
The warmth of your words
For awaking the feelings from inside.
It is a chapter,
And I am writing
But left a moment
In secret corners.
We are dreaming
Different dreams.
You
gave me the light of a smile.
Thank you for ember of fire
That warms my heart.
We did not become a couple
Life whispers: Where the buckle,
Buckle up!?
II.
I learned to take care of fears
I did not show the tears.
Sometimes, I scream
On all four sides.
The angels and serfs
Safeguarded and protected
When I breathe and walk,
When I live and talk.
I am on the road.
If you ask: What for? –
Because of the hope
Of expectation and desire
As both are like fire.
III.
When life is broken and shattering,
It is time for changing
Your story.
Let’s make an inventory.
Let’s put a new category.
Let’s keep the balance
For the life glory –
There are a lot of talents.
Tomshinsky@2025
