"To flee the heavily-bombed city.
My "craziest journey" by bicycle unharmed.
From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut.
At least two air strikes near me.
There were holes on the road.
Everything there was smashed up.
It's a frontline road, after all.
Thank God, there were no corpses..."(Kurama)
"Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are my sweet heart.
I am your sweet home.
Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are living on the breast.
Today is another day..."(Kurama)
"Welcome home, dear sunshine.
A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Long absence. Yes, I’m alive...."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet from Kramatorsk» — a poem about the russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022
"How many legs?
How many griefs?
I’ve thought over.
If I didn’t go.
How many angers?
How many tears?
I think over.
If I didn't go..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «Poets waiting for a hostage in ‘mordor’» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022
"‘Orcs’ torture the land.
‘Orcs’ torture, but he’ll be back to.
‘Orcs’ torture the land."(Kurama)
"All that time we were praying."
Numerous ‘orcs’ checkpoints.
Passing through the horror.
"We thought those were our last minutes.
It was extremely scary.
But we were lucky."(Kurama)
"what to tell children
what fairy tales to recite
what songs to sing them
what lullabies when the wind
growls like a bear in the night?"(Gabriel Rosenstock)
"‘Orcs’ tortured the land.
‘Orcs’ tortured, but he’s back to.
‘Orcs’ tortured the land..."(Kurama)
"sun dies again
in a crimson agony
time repeats itself
a thousand children are born
in blood each day in Ukraine"(Gabriel Rosenstock)
Kurama (Japan). «Poets waiting for the captured in ‘mordor’» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022
"Three evacuation buses entered, but only one returned.
From the front line town of Popasna, in eastern Ukraine's Donbas.
‘Orcs’ everyday advance a little further.
Food supplies in Popasna are expected to run out within a week.
Playing a key role in helping to evacuate people.
But five volunteer drivers and staff are either missing or captured..."(Kurama)
"On a day.
On a cold day.
On a land.
On a snowy land.
Keep an eye.
Keep an eagle eye.
Call a name.
Call a dear name.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Far away..."(Kurama)
Gabriel Rosenstock presents a bilingual haiku in English and Irish about war in Ukraine 2022.
Gabriel Rosenstock — poet, tankaist, haikuist, novelist, essayist, playwright, author/translator of over 180 books, mostly in Irish (Gaelic). Rosenstock is one of the foremost poets in Ireland in both English and Irish. He also writes haikus and he works as translator and as assistant editor for an Irish-language publishing house. He writes primarily in Irish and is the author or translator into Irish of over one hundred books. He is member of several literary societies and organisations, such as the Innti group and Aosdána.
"Celebrate our Easter,
the resurrection of Christ.
We show the world,
nothing can defeat our Ukraine."(Kurama)
"Now I run for the border.
I ran away from Kherson.
Now I run for my dear life.
I ran away from the terror..."(Kurama)
"This morning shook my home,
from whole prospects of peace at hand.
This morning struck me,
shattering sense of safety at all.
This morning pained Lviv,
to decide the only move to fight at once.
This morning changed land,
just before to focus in Donbas."(Kurama)
"For a moment of life,
For a moment of death,
A poet left already love for home.
For a moment of peace,
For a moment of fight,
A poet left already Lviv for Luhansk.
For a moment of smile,
For a moment of sigh,
A poet left already love for home."
(Kurama)
"Bleeding. Freeing.
Willing. Mariupol.
Homeland.
Port town.
Remain.
The only one for me.
Bleeding. Freeing.
Shielding. Mariupol..."(Kurama)
"Aware of a poet?
Aware of a poet?
A poet of Cossack broods over the land.
Not noting a bullet.
Not noting a bullet.
You see a poet of Cossack in Borodyanka."(Kurama)
"In a glorious country
Hard working people
Flourish happily
Ever after.
Their houses are decorated
With flowers and gardens.
In the spickandspan homes
Songs to the Sun are sang..."(Galyna Rymar)
