Kean Ghiero Poems

You cannot tell
it
to anybody
...

In bed at night,
while you sleep
peacefully,
I think of us,
...

The world
stands still
while,
my words spin,
...

How impossible
are those river-eyes
that love portraits?
...

After decades of life,
I feel I have found
what to do in these walls,
sitting back undignified
...

Dragging on

the morning lights
are
...

Speeding as a train
leaving the tunnel-loved
womb of heart,
...

They made a beautiful
straight solid beam
of his trunk that grew
white flowers in spring.
...

A chicken fence in the dusty ground
is still standing there as a bound
beyond the hill, under the sun
where all my life befell undone
...

Open up
let me come
in your
spectrum
...