~ Chyzarine

A Story inspired by a true Genius, "Vladimir Nabokov" and his Lolita... Ofcourse with an typical Eli twist ;) And new perspectives... seeing out of her eyes...

 

~ Chyzarine

 

 

Along narrow roads,

She ran, back in her youth

As a little girl

Mindful and aware

Of the immense

Fear of an middle aged man

Who used to always follow her

Her pure soul and intuition

 

It brought her immensely back into

The film fragments of her

Ancient mind and age,

On the minutes of today’s survival

But her overwhelmed youth

Still lived in her for a fragment

Now where she is pure strength

The day alive is living fast

 

Along the canal she sit in cold winter

Thoughtful, but stuck by the moment

Of never ending facts, in her mind

As her thoughts dance as some kalinka's twist

On a wedding, to give it place and let it rest

She’ll be aware to know the road

On days like these, for strength to find

 

Missing her roots of not knowing them

By her youth was insecure and moving too fast

Visions as snow in front of her eyes

Sparkled and danced out of nothing

She breathed out cold air

In her felt distant of despair,

 

And the presence of what she became

In her living core of the day

Was stronger than ever

Like finally she thinks back of bygone years

To this manic and obsessive man

Not to denial her fears

The one who taped her visions

And who thought to swim in her thoughts

To give her future, but only with "him"

 

But what she saw was always clear

And she kept her compass near

Nothing was really from his heart,

As he couldn't feel empathy

And now the time had come

She was to be that strong

To give him back her taped vision

Of what she filmed along

 

Slaved to his voices, forced by

Their choices, she knew, and felt

The cold St. Petersburg air

Was around her for a reason,

She frowned and thought it must be hard

For him to survive for what he once had started…

As it remains a secret of his lonely heart

 

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

This is a poem, inspired by the story of Lolita, of "Vladimir Nabokov"
I gave the poem a typical Eli, twist, and new perspectives,
of what I adore in writing... Chyzarine is a Russian "woman"
Name, with the meaning "Royal"

Another experiment :)
Hope you like it.

Thanks for your time, and review xx

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

And as Lolita -your Chyzarine saw the world through the eyes of her inner soul, revealed to her was the true nature of one who had seemed to be her sunrise and sunset. As the sun set and the frost in the midnight air set her soul on fire, she was able to see him for who he was - a piece of ice locked forever in the snowflakes of her heart...........beautiful, so very beautiful with a perfect video and music to accompany your write that invokes my spirit to dance with the joy of a heart set free!!

Thank you so much for drawing the perfect stalker of Lolita... in your brilliant words.... all is covered in cotton clouds, but the truth has set her free... she'sees beyond minds that cryptic and profound.... :) you're my real loving friend and soul sis..... you always nail it!!!!

[David Scott]

Sounds like she was turned into an "object".
She found her way, but never found her joy...
I could be way off. Seems that way to me.
Not easy to interpret fully.

This one isn't easy... it's based on Russian literature, and the story of Lolita.
Thank you so much dear friend, for this review, I just came home late late.... (as we have probably time difference) I will be reading you soon :)

[Distant horizons]

It is always beautiful to see someone give their lifes perspective to anothers life. Would we ever have heard Chyzarines story without that strange infatuated man? A wonderful new perspective from Elisas beautiful mind.

Thank you so much for your wonderful words, I love to read Russian stuff, the bigger stuff. The depressive and harder literature, this was based on Lolita... Thank you so much to replace yourself into it for a moment.... thank you Lorry! sweet dreams. x

[Distant horizons]

You too, sweet Elisa. Oh lady of many tongues and talents. :-)

Those books I have in Dutch ofcourse lol.... But I love to study Russian, it is a little hobby.. (only when I have the time and real focus for it, and that isn't petty enough lately)... Hugs

[Distant horizons]

Hugs back :-)

[Corset]

I haven't seen that, or is it a film but a book instead? I will try to find it so I can give an informed review but with out it sounds like a wonderful but sad story, about a poor child and her life but it made her strong and a love that changed her deeply, profoundly. I would have to watch but I am sure you could not have done it a better justice, lovely write.

Thank you so much dear, books in my opinion are always better than movies... :) You're a sweetheart xx

[Revery]

This write has specific meaning to me lately. A close friend of mine, his daughter, in young teenage years was brainwashed, seduced, molested by someone who was supposed to be a teacher to her. Yesterday he was indicted and likely being picked up for trial as I write this. But this young women I speak of has shown such strength and healing. It has been amazing to see. This is a great write Elisa.

Thank you dear Rev, for your heartfelt words, and the story you tell me about it.... It is mostly a person who did faced real pain. For real pain and going to the bottom, makes stronger people. Thank you...

[A. V. Madison]

A very interesting story you tell here. I must find Lolita at a bookstore. Wonderful write. 100/100

Thank you very much sweetheart x :) your words always lift me up!

P.s. you will find her, soon.... you just need to read that book, you will love it.

[Steven]

Whoa! that sound made me jump. Love that musical choice and I let myself fall into the blankets of your writing. It was nice there.

Thank you Steven :) truly appreciated you came by to visit me...

[Tree]

Vladimir Nabokov was an amazing writer. A good poem Eli that has inspired me to pick up Lolita
for another read.

You make me always smile brother.... :) thank you ...