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Alena Leo Oct 2016
Marry me and we can forget
About the smoldering dream of youth
We can escape the don’ts and the whos
And we can have all the haves
And take all the wants
And kiss all of our promises goodnight:
Goodmorning, fight the setting sun
And never cry again

Why worry
Why spend silk satin sheets
On empty heads
And spill the vastness of the starry night sky
On no one but ourselves
We can forget the sorrows forever
Of yours without mine
And paint the bedroom a nice shade of green
Alena Leo Oct 2016
I am struggling to find the words, but they say that silence is beautiful.
Enjoy the quiet
Don't speak
Don't make a noise
Silence is beautiful
What can I say that's worth breaking the spell?
It isn't worth it, I think
And my words remain unspoken

I always found beauty in the way my mother spoke
Poetic Russian phrases that hold no meaning in English
Nearly impossible to translate
Delicate strands of words lost in the swirl of languages and flattened by grammatical rules
Her voice writes script in my mind, runs unhindered, taunts the emptiness of silence
Her speech, untameable
A breath of freedom all at once
An unhindered expression of self in a single spoken moment
Beauty
To me it is heard
To me it is given and shared
She told me to sing more
But they say silence is beautiful

Her mouth effortlessly forms phrases I cannot forget
"Wisdom brings life
Wisdom shared multiplies it
And lights the darkness
And the world needs more light, God knows"

If silence is beautiful
Then my mind is hopelessly rotten
A roaring, tumbling, mess of a, mix of a, turn the world upside down, cacophony of sound
And through it all
I struggle to find the words
To make them as golden as my mother's
All I can manage is a weak copy

Tick tock
The world is not lighter
A small, sad swell against the infinite shore
Don't make a noise
Don't utter nonsense
Sit pretty
After all, silence is beautiful
women
Alena Leo Oct 2016
I want to be the admirer
I want to be a tiny speck of white against a vast cliff face
I want to be the last human on earth.
I want to look up at the sky and lose myself hopelessly
I want the stars to blaze with passion and hunger
suspended in their quiet, empty storm

I want to rest
soundless
at the bottom of the ocean
and feel the colossal depths within me, so still
So dark and immeasurable is this world

I want to stretch my arms as wide as the magnetic breath
of this earth and encompass
Oh, how I could adore
Oh, how you captivate me
Alena Leo Aug 2015
You shudder when you hear my name
You thought you heard the words, but no
You sigh, relieved, but even so
You let me go, you let me go

You thought you heard my echoed voice
So long ago that voice would read
Your name with love, then I was torn
From you, oh how you watched me bleed

So long ago, remember, friend?
You planted flowers in the yard,
You didn’t know the mounds you dug
Would mark our graveyards in the end

You mourn the graveyard now and then
You don’t remember those bared teeth
And when the wind breathes, you pretend
My voice is somewhere underneath
Original poem revised from traditional pantoum style
Alena Leo Apr 2015
We shall try when the time comes
To find the woman who cries
For space that knows her
In electric currents,

Counting each bird that
Sings to greet us, She cannot
acknowledge the slightest skyline
Though the city shivers within
Replacement poem, inspired by Dennis James Sweeny's '43'

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