Поэзия Михаила Мазеля. № 723 В переулке
top of page

  Last updated: June 2021  of the year. Available 1800+ poems. (20 collections of poetry). Search!

  If you came here from the search form, opening the text of the poem in a new window, just close it and continue studying the work of Michael. If you came to this page by the link, then the list of books, poems and search forms for all poems for 34 years is here: [GO TO THE LIST]

Reset

  Attention!! Dear visitors, the site is under debugging. Crashes possible! 

Hide

   All poems are available for reading and commenting. Sorting by books, titles, first lines and dates of writing works. Searching on one and several lines works the same way.

   Please, if you will leave responses, indicate the title or number of the poem, since the response form is common for all poems.

   The author - Mikhail Mazel expresses his deep gratitude to everyone who is interested in his work and is glad to communicate.

   If you came here from the search form, opening the text of the poem in a new window, just close it and continue studying the work of Michael. If you came to this page by the link, then the list of books, poems and search forms for all poems for 34 years is located here: [GO TO THE LIST]

  If you came here from the search form, opening the text of the poem in a new window, just close it and continue studying the work of Michael. If you came to this page by the link, then the list of books, poems and search forms for all poems for 34 years is located here: [GO TO THE LIST]

Reset

В переулке

По запотевшему стеклу

Back
Forward

Путь723

ПрефиксMyPoems

Передернул плечами.

                А собственно, что здесь не так?!

Три осины, две липы и флигель,

                            промокший до пятен.

Отражается осень.

               Весь в оспинках листьев асфальт.

Принимаю как должное.

                   Шепчут подошвы.

                                 Я спятил.


Желтый флигель, как стимул

                         окрасить скорее листву.

Тишина, как подарок тому,

                     кто предался сомненью.

Вот опять показалось...

                     Застыну. Забуду. Врасту.

И не будет зимы.

             Только мокрое это мгновенье.


Но ворвется, гудком самосвала

                            зовущий проспект.

Флигель вздрогнет, звеня

                      по-осеннему серым окошком.

Улыбнусь. Обогну.

                Нет. То вовсе не новый аспект.

Я смотрю на часы.

               До любви остаётся немножко.

More about creation background and etc ...

Poem1815.jpg

22 дек. 2004 г.

723

453

В переулкеМиша Мазель
00:00 / 01:04

Автор исполнитель песни на мои стихи

00:00 / 01:04
00:00 / 01:04
00:00 / 01:04

© Poems, designed by Mikhail Mazel. Illustrations or author's drawings or author's collages. Collage sources  - copyright and from the Internet.

The author will be pleased to "hear" your opinion:

Please indicate in responses  numbers  or titles  poems

bottom of page