Sola Monova is a poet whose work is imbued with subtle lyricism, profound psychology, and a sense of the fragility of existence. Her poems are confessions addressed to herself and the world, full of unspoken questions and quiet sadness. Monova masterfully wields words, creating images that linger in the soul and linger. In this collection, we invite you to experience her unique poetic world, experience its inimitable atmosphere, and find echoes of your own experiences.
Forgotten names
Forgotten names, like dust on glass, Easily erased, losing their features. Their whispers faded into timelessness and darkness, Only echoes wandering in empty heights. But in the heart, shards of warmth remain, Vague dreams of memories. And it seems as if life has flown by, Meeting you in the familiar silence.
Autumn Etude
An autumnal sketch, fading light, a yellow leaf swirling in its final flight. A farewell bow of departing years, and a sadness that has settled in the belly. Rains pound the rooftops, washing away hopes and summer dreams. And the wind brings a mournful call, that there will be no more roses.
Silence in the room
The silence in the room, like a frozen sound, fills the space with an invisible melancholy. Only the clock ticks away, reminding us of life's shortness. In the dim shadows, dreams flicker, unfulfilled plans and secret fears. And the heart aches with emptiness, awaiting the morning and new beginnings.
Old mirror
An old mirror, its cloudy glass, holds reflections of bygone eras. It reveals a past long gone, and a secret hidden in wrinkles and scars. It remembers people's smiles and tears, their joys, sorrows, fears, and dreams. And it seems as if, in a world of shadows, it holds the answers to all questions.
Letter without an address
A letter without an address, words in the wind, a message to nowhere, the cry of a lonely soul. It contains pain and hope, and faith in goodness, and the memory of those who have passed beyond the threshold. To whom can I tell my secret dreams? To whom can I entrust my tender feelings? Only paper preserves in its silent lines the story of a heart that forever yearns.
Night pier
A night pier, the shimmer of waves, the moon reflected in the dark water. Here, everyone is a dreamer, here, everyone is captivated, by the enchantment of the night and the silence. Ships sail away into the distant fog, carrying with them sadness and memories. And it seems as if the world is so changeable, and life is but a moment, like a breath.
Broken doll
A broken doll, the look of empty eyes, reminds me of a childhood that will never return. Of carefree days that flew by like an hour, And of dreams that will never be lit in the heart. She holds within herself fragments of love, And a secret that only children understand. And it seems as if in a world of melancholy, She seeks comfort and light.
Abandoned Garden
An abandoned garden, withered flowers, forgotten alleys and a quiet fountain. Here are echoes of the past, whispers of dreams, and the sadness that has settled in hearts is erased. Only the wind wanders among the old branches, reminding us of the time that flies. And it seems as if in a world of shadows, this garden preserves its secret and appearance.
Winter window
A winter window, a snow-covered land, Frosty patterns play on the glass. The sad whistle of the wind can be heard in the distance, And thoughts of the past come alive in the soul. A snowstorm swirls outside, Hiding all sorrows and grief from view. And it seems as if, in a world without goals, the winter window is a symbol of hope.
Lost key
A lost key to the cherished doors, to a world where happiness and joy live. Search for it for a long time, far from people, and believe that the doors will suddenly open. But maybe this key is not needed at all, and you can find workarounds. And maybe this world is full of illusions, and you just have to open your heart.
Echo of distant steps
The echo of distant footsteps in the silence reminds us of those who are gone forever. Their voices are heard only in dreams, their images fade like the morning mist. But memory preserves their warmth and light, their love and care, their gentle hands. And it seems as if in a world of victories, they are near us, in our souls and in separation.
Empty cup
An empty cup, cold tea, reminds us of an evening gone by. Of conversations that went nowhere, And dreams that never came true. But in this cup one can see the reflection of stars and the silver moon. And it seems as if in a world of resentment, An empty cup is a symbol of everything.
Old photograph
An old photograph, faded in color, faces familiar, but as if from dreams. In them, youth, joy, and sunlight, and the memory of days gone by without words. They look at us with their smile, reminding us of time flying by. And it seems as if in a world of shadows, this photograph is a piece of the soul.
The last leaf
The last leaf, trembling in the wind, symbolizes withering and the approaching winter. It clings tightly, as if approaching morning, hoping to see spring dreams. But the wind is stronger, and the leaf is torn down, falling to the snow-covered ground. And it seems as if, in a world of faces, the last leaf is a symbol of farewell to summer.