Elena

Elena Dec 2012

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Elena Dec 2012

To you, my love

today leaves hold fast to your boots, my love
where have you wandered?

to you, my love, to you,
I cannot wander, my path leads to you.

today snow collects along your collar, my love
where have you wandered?

to you, my love, to you,
I cannot wander, my path leads to you.

today your cap is wet, my love
where have you wandered?

to you, my love, to you,
I cannot wander, my path leads to you.

today the sun has scorched your brow, my love
where have you wandered?

to you, my love, to you,
the path is changed each day I come.
yet I come each day, and I come for you.

Elena Sep 2012

mother

mother
lily of the valley
I weave it with you
I fill it with you
I carry you and I carry with you
I carry myself in you

Elena Feb 2012

Richter

Your lemon slice smile
Already a 4
I feel the tremor
Like sitting on a washing machine
Its turning under me
But I barely move

I see the balloon of your scream deflate around the room
6.3
I spread my legs for a crack in the floor.

Tap. Choke. Slap. Stroke.
8.9
The sun falls and shatters
Shards of light cut my knees
I’m under the table of my consciousness

My heart beats in seismic waves

I love you
I smelled the lies on your breath and they gave me a bruise

The feathers of my words choke me until I let them out
they cry like vultures around the decaying room
they pluck the lemon from your lips

Please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.

Elena Feb 2012

The Sunflower to Her Love

My feet are planted
but still I turn to face you.
Sunshine, I am yours.

Just a simple Haiku in honor of Valentine's Day.
Please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.

Elena Feb 2012

Inspired by Afghan Women's Poetry

These words, were written before pen kissed
paper, etched in my soul, a mediocre martyr.

This poem was inspired by the "Songs of Love and War" (edited by Sayd Bahodine Majrouh) poetry by Afghan women consisting of a structure with nine syllables in the first line and thirteen syllables in the second line. The women who composed the poems from the collection “Songs of Love and War” were from a nomadic group of hardworking people who lived in the harsh desert of Afghanistan. They composed these poems ****** while on the long walks to get water for their families. The poems cite love, honor, pride, war, and martyrdom in a way that is personal to each of their experiences. Many of the women’s husbands had gone off to fight as part of the mujahidin forces in the mountains. The women's poetry reflects the honor of the fight and the worthiness the soldiers achieve in their lover's eyes by fighting against the enemy. In this poem I present a questioning of oneself instead of a questioning of a lover. As usual, please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.

Elena Feb 2012

Mortal Beauty

My eyes are not celestial suns of light
But pools reflecting woods mossed green and brown.
The common lip not coral like by sight
But pale as mine, and pink-soft as a gown.
If ******* be white, no woman’s wheat compares.
And women who place roses in fair cheeks
Win heavenly false prize of golden hairs.
My breath, like all who path to heaven seek,
Resembles no scent floral nor my sound
An avian tune rather my words be sweet.
‘Tis true my feet do grace the common ground
Though none I know descended to our heat.
I think my beauty worthy yet and rare
To covet not mock by poets unfair.

This poem is an imperfect attempt at iambic pentameter in response to Shakespeare's Sonnet 130. Please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.