Author's e-books - Being. Page - 1
A mixed bag of personal poetry, by Krista Olivera, it ranges from the darkness of detaching from her emotions, ("I wish I could escape; Could fully, fearlessly, feel.") to ideas of our humanity, she handles her world, and her emotions, in verse. Throughout this captivating collection you will experience the loneliness, heartbreak, and self awareness expressed in these poems that challenge you to question your own humanity, and its relationship with our ability to love.
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being Suddenly, a visage With a hushed leap Rushed past the mirror Black and yellow stripes Like waves strung together Suddenly, the dressing table trembled The clock’s golden reflection shuddered The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out In the microcosms of blood In the self and attributes Are uncanny secrets In the sieves of faiths and doubts Are a thousand cracks Strange are the cadres of being Just now, I was wide awake Groaning in deep pain Then, how did I drift
A mixed bag of personal poetry, by Krista Olivera, it ranges from the darkness of detaching from her emotions, ("I wish I could escape; Could fully, fearlessly, feel.") to ideas of our humanity, she handles her world, and her emotions, in verse. Throughout this captivating collection you will experience the loneliness, heartbreak, and self awareness expressed in these poems that challenge you to question your own humanity, and its relationship with our ability to love.
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being Suddenly, a visage With a hushed leap Rushed past the mirror Black and yellow stripes Like waves strung together Suddenly, the dressing table trembled The clock’s golden reflection shuddered The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out In the microcosms of blood In the self and attributes Are uncanny secrets In the sieves of faiths and doubts Are a thousand cracks Strange are the cadres of being Just now, I was wide awake Groaning in deep pain Then, how did I drift