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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Zen OlearyTimeline (1943 - ) |
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Random Moments
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Your words arrive on the screen
like vowelled suns rolling over the dawn. If one shimmering feather were the whole universe, it would be enough. I would inhale you deeply if I could and fill all the empty spaces with the scent of your breath. Morning heat roars in like an overdue train. The guitar rains notes into late afternoon. Birds pant thru open mouths dreaming of forgotten coolness. The tree planted in your memory grows strongly with no thoughts of you. We live in translations of other times and places. Often we have the words wrong. Ants find worlds and ecstasies in hibiscus petals. I sit flattened by the day. The stiffness in his walk signals an old dog. Flowers drying on tree branches whisper summer's end. Children don't understand bittersweet. Now it's the taste of my days. What am I to make of this day, this eternity of moments spread like a feast before me?
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Ivan
M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright ©
2002 - 2008 by Ivan M. Granger.
All other material is copyrighted by the respective authors, translators and/or
publishers.
