by Rose Mary Boehm
On the rim of my haunting
there is a place
where all those I have loved
merge with someone
I used to be.
I often conjure up your face
and it swims at the edge
of my vision.
As soon as recognition
brightens your features
shy of the light.
Quoted from : http://ginoskoliteraryjournal.com/images/ginosko15.pdf
And another … ….
By Silva Zanoyan Merjanian
Tonight a thousand eyelids will close on beautiful lies
and quivering lips will sleep unkissed
untouched by sultry blue jazz
in the dark tonight …
lust will blister on menopausal gritty tongues
and blind vultures will circle
parameters of a man’s heart ?
tonight middle aged men will look for love in midtown bars
and women selling artificial flavors to the tune of hallelujahs
will sharpen their knives
tonight poets will find the words to color their hell
and dip their pens in wounds that aren’t even theirs
somewhere it will rain on wingless birds ?
their love songs mending broken pillows in high notes
she will step out with her hair down, in new stilettos
she’ll blow a kiss with naked lips
through the door left ajar tonight …
tonight’s no different than any other night
the walls are thin,
the moon is skinned,
blindfolds handed free.