Afternoon
sound of a dog who is interested only to syllabic rhythms
spins in the silence of Westwood
farther
...
For years, I have stared at the silent rock which is staring at seasons
while they come, while they go
staring at the coloring of Spring and Fall
Long…long time...I have stared
...
you were gone
to bring cups of tea
to drink together and know
how does taste life
...
We arrived at night, at suspicious night
Night is the moment, immersed in the sound of frog
we arrived, tired, exhausted
...
No doubt nor fear
Wherever is possible
Flowers bloom and…. wither
this is truth,
...
washes her feather at the tightest opportunity
during an impossible moment
like a swan, white, love comes
washes her feather in a clear mind
...
Its morning and the world looks like the dream of a flower,
a blossomed dream of smiling flower
its morning and the world as I see it
...
as long as the wheel spins
our dream will remain eternal
every moment is the same as outset moment
...
you are tired obviously.sit down, there's still time
sit down there's still time until the collapse of Earth
in the last efflorescence of Aden
...
like lost, coming across something else
we and the world are here for another conversation
to escape after our conversation
...
Born in Tehran-Tehran Living in Vancouver-Canada)
Autumn Afternoon
Afternoon
sound of a dog who is interested only to syllabic rhythms
spins in the silence of Westwood
farther
in front of Stephen Cross' house
a squirrel- surrounded by crows - wants her oak
lazy sun has been with me since early morning
like a dreamless warrior
I stand at the door
waiting for a woman with a severe cough to announce the end of everything
should be her
I know
God has created dead ends only for bypass
nothing has been changed
there is nothing to change
Note: This poem is a part of my poetic work under title: ' West-wood-Annihilation News.
شعر: سینا سنجری
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