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Spiros Zafiris, CA
 

 

 

 


Selected Poems from

The Journals of Spiros Zafiris

 

 

 

The Rest

 

a river of peace
will wait
until the dark clouds move on
before it reveals its splendor to the sky

 

 

Fret Not

 

fret not, O lilac,
a tune will free you too
the sacramental bread awaits the devout
lilac, stay, this moment

 

 

Rightfully

 

clasping a dream to add to the dreambox,
a wounded soldier offered a smile
to a lady passing by
"My wounds will heal; I've seen it,"
he sang to her, still clutching

 

 

Tusk Of Majesty

 

irrevocably tainted
by grotesque murmurs deliriously gasping
he blazoned a tusk of starlight
and, in a trice,
only solace greeted him

 

 

Enchantment

 

O the comforting
unencumbered steps to her wisdom
and her dear heart; more exalting than
any blissful walk by truthful candle flame,

each moment of this enchantment

 

 

Wonderment

 

aloof bedazzlement,
sincere discombobulation
the wizardly embrace, moored to starhearts,
bespoke fruition; enlivenment supreme
--never to be denied, such comfort

 

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More Clarity

 

when whispers of discernment
entwine themselves to ephemeral willingness
to please and make right,
is there a loftier circumstance,
a nobler position

 

 

Blue And Radiant

 

blue and radiant,
a halo round her heart—
there it stands, for angels to see;
a constant reminder of her virtue

 

 

Bells Were Told

 

bluebirds wished to help
the deserving heart, sadly grieving
bells were notified to ring;
to clear the air
with pleasant chime

 

"More Clarity", "Blue And Radiant", and "Bells Were Told" were previously published in Mike Rehling's Short Stuff...circa 2003.

 

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Tanka

 

dusk in their eyes
suddenly finds reprieve
when an owl
disturbs branches
and the moon startles them with light

 

 

call it effervescence,
the lilac's lean for
parting rays
new raindrops meet
disapproval and an inward pause

 

 

nighttime quivers
make us run to our shoes
and the pants
we jump into
take us to a den of thieves

 

 

at the campus,
they dare not embrace
an alluring bench
to rest their old legs
these sauntering alumni, suddenly shy

 

 

O lyre,
do not mermaids sway
and clouds part
for a grateful moon
when her lips greet mine in half sleep

 

 

his eyes absorbed
the epiphany's call to
meld with roses
to dispel all dark clouds
with a petal's calm

 

 

the confluence of
will and might neath the pillow,
in his viens, shimmers
as a new dream enters, to
enliven his weary heart

 

 

the radio will
soon confirm the earthquake; it
howled through my ears
as I slept and, ruefully,
I await the specifics

 

 

tears will fall
to caress a smile's glimmer
and watch it fade
for more tears to follow
emptier still

 

 

our handholding
makes onlookers smile
as larks above
nestle
or pledge to the moon
more entertaining wings

 

Ten Tanka previously published in Modern English Tanka, Vol. 3, No. 3 Spring 2009.

 

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Tanka

they effervesce
in cosmic cauldronsto leap
with frightful legs,
these pangs of lightning
already gone

 

 

it must have been a rose
to send the death rattle's
zigzag bolt back
had it traveled one more instant,
through my lips, I was done for

 

Previously published in Ink, Sweat & Tears, January 22, 2010.

 

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Tanka

 

snow will soon
cover the streets
and children
will make snowmen
with noses larger than the moon

 

Previously published in Magnapoets issue 5, January 2010.

 

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Tanka

 

at first, I thought
her radiance was happenstance
some shampoo
may have done the trick
but she always glows; she sparkles

 

 

thirsty myrtles,
lest your equanimity be darkened,
I'll pray it rains
will a forthcoming kiss
first learn of my loyalty

 

 

unbeknownst to me,
her severe mental illness
she would unleash
the you're my father syndrome:
the I must kill yous; the you're hims

 

 

I reach for the surf
with delirious toes eager
to remember...
a starfish's graze
and a coincidental mooring

 

 

our embrace
even startles birds
in its profundity
sonorous chirping of
a higher pitch, the plum result

 

 

O vocal chords,
you always deliver
there is no other
only one I love; you
faithfully remind me

 

 

the calendar
confirms it is not mine
still, I assuage her
on the phone--and bless the birth,
despite our ripples of calm wailing

 

 

they were crusted tears
I palmed a few and they rolled
like tiny marbles
weightily, they awoke me
she was due from another

 

 

into the pewter,
a sprinkle of lavender lent
each dusk
of ages past--will my love
outlast such sacrifice

 

 

a rose's scent
is frequented more
popular, too,
is a daisy's charm:
these favorites of soldiers

 

 

falling leaves sustain
a bleak sadness, only until
they are embraced
by the mirth of every wing
drawing their kindness upwards

 

 

then, a sombre
melancholyone last leaf to fall
to bypass the mist
of forgetfulness and
stand a mirror of regret

 

 

her garden inspires
each lady from these parts
to saunter and wave,
hoping a cheerful approach
is worthy of roses

 

 

full moons
escape from our lips
when we sing
astrologers keep wondering
how marvelous this expanse

 

 

falling on them,
the leaves make smile a grimace
a glare finds deep repose
this quiet, whirling power
entices breath and core

 

 

is this a gentle breeze
or the remnants of a far off
bullhorn's wisp,
once the startling
succumbs to familiarity

 

 

About Spiros Zafiris, CA

 

Spiros Zafiris is a 60-year-old Montreal poet..he has self-published 2 books of poetry, Very Personal and Midnight Magic (1979/1981)..his more recent poems can easily be found by googling his name...he has been published in several periodicals, including Modern English Tanka, though he doesn't send out his poems as often as he should.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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