by Steve Troyanovich
ambiguities in absence
for Elizabeth
las diminutas manos de la lluvia
trazan y cantan la cancion transida
que arrulla la rosa y bana el recuerdo.
--- Carlos Obregon
in the bruised hour
before my broken sleep
snowflakes cascaded
soft blankets of dream
covering earth’s nocturnal
wounds…
in ambiguities of absence
i hold the memory
of your touch
the festival of your lips
seeking your warmth
i enter the vanishing landscape
of your skin…
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Correctional educator. Freelance journalist and editor. Work recently appeared in Fog & Woodsmoke (Lost Hills Books, 2011). He was also represented in From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright (Lost Hills Books, 2008). His poetry has appeared in many diverse publications and anthologies including: Arabesques Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Quarry, Abraxas, Sarasvati, The Dawntreader, Inclement Weather, Weirdbook, Treaders of Starlight, Broken Streets, Amanda Blue, Blue Unicorn, Stone Country, The Wormwood Review, Mundus Artium and the Goose River Anthology series. Co-editor of the fantasy poetry collection: Omniumgathum. Author: Dream Dealers and Other Shadows. Has translated from the work of the French-Canadian poet, Fernand Ouellette. Presently engaged in translating from the poetical works of the Argentine poet, Rodolfo Alonso.
Last updated May 12, 2011