Four Poems|Peycho Kanev
Reminder
You must always be—you always have to be yourself.
Each branch on the trees outside is different
from the rest, every leaf, too.
Each puddle of mud reflect the moon in
its own way. The fire in the stove is
never the same. The cold, too.
The world is ubiquitous, the world is fleeting.
Our old photos in the albums are
what we could have been in the past.
Our pains are alike, but whatever you’ve gone through,
there is always someone else who has suffered
much more than you.
Is not that right?
The sacred image of the saint on the mantle is silent.
Hey, do you remember me?
– says the knife to the scar.
If
If while I sit quietly on some hill,
watching the green mountain in the distance,
and someone put a gun to my head and ask:
“What’s the meaning of this life? Spill it!”
Then I will answer:
“See the bird flying through the air,
but air behind it remains the same”.
The Language is a World
The language is a world
in which
I live together with the day
and the night
with the mountain’s tree-tops
swaying slowly
inside the dust bathed light
From the beginning until the end
of this silence:
that moment—
where
between the divine and defied
(you and me)
lies enormous
shadow.
A Friendly Advice
I want you to read very carefully
between the lines…
This way you will see that there’s nothing
bigger than the void between the words.
Photo by Eric Prouzet on Unsplash
BIO
Peycho Kanev is the author of 6 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new chapbook titled Under Half-Empty Heaven was published in 2019 by Grey Book Press.
One Response to “Four Poems|Peycho Kanev”
Taiwo Oloyede
emotive and sweet