blue skies poetry

We are like
the ants,
the flowers,
the stones.
Running around,
blooming beneath the sky,
sitting upon the graves with terrible force.
They crush us,
pick us up,
carve some words on our hardened bodies.
My tiny black, colorful, heavy brothers,
I love you all
as
mad
God
whirls.
~ Peycho Kanev
Peycho Kanev’s work has been published or is forthcoming in Poetry Quarterly, Welter, Ann Arbor Review, The Shine Journal, […]

Filed under: Peycho Kanev by akublik Date 8 November, 2010
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I remember this time when
I was at Van Gogh exhibition
in Amsterdam museum of art,
and now I can recall all the colors
all the shades, all the frames,
how these nuances and tinctures
exploding in my eyes and brain.
but the thing that I remember most
are the Dutch, blond girls in the museum,
with their long legs, low cut skirts, their
tender, […]

Filed under: Peycho Kanev by akublik Date 21 May, 2009
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