The Reportage
A wooden
cabin in the woods.
I sit by
the dusty window and
look at the
greenness of the world
outside.
Nothing
interesting happening
inside but
out there on the ground
between the
trees and the bushes
there’s a
little red and blue bird
bathed in
afternoon light. It just
stands
there as if trying to communicate
with me.
Hey, little
birdie do you want to discuss
the
problems of Essentialism or maybe
you prefer
to ponder on the sorites paradox?
Whatever
you want. But before that, please,
take notice
of the bobcat which is slowly
creeping
towards you.
Now
You write
these poems so someone could read
them,
right? And someone reads some poetry
right now,
probably not written by you but
it’s still
good.
The printed
page glitters in this dark world,
giving
enough strength to the heart for just
one more
beat. It is still night and the book
in my hand
flashes as a lantern on the shore,
a rescue
beacon to all illiterate ships wandering
through the
eternal darkness
and the
seagull perched on the rocks tells me
that he’s
the author of Pablo Neruda’s The
Captain's
Verses -
we all live
for that moment, literary or not.
Come Morning
And the
darkness slowly retreats
like a
Napoleonic soldier from
the
dazzlingly white Russian winter,
carrying
nothing but his shattered pride.
On my
doorstep you write with your
sparkling
letters the beginning of today’s
bright
tale, which includes everything,
even me and
the shadows like homeless dogs
sniffing
the corners and looking for a shelter.
Please, do
not come yet. I would like to
sit by the
candle light a little more and finish
reading the
autobiography of Leon Trotsky.
And after
that? Well, then I’m all yours and
you can do
with me whatever you want, except
taking me
for I walk out there. You know
I can’t
stand all this whiteness, I’m a night
person and
so is my house, which right now
is awash in
your shameless light and the books
on the
shelves are already burning and I feel
like I’m
back in Nazi Germany in the 30s.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Bulgaria. He has won several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: 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.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Bulgaria. He has won several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: 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.
Peycho Kanev - A fine poet in our midst!
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