Two Poems by Krikor N. Der Hohannesian Rage Unkind soul leech on the soft flesh plaque on the arteries cancer eating at the cells plague infecting the house We have reached the fork and no longer can I hold
The Birth of a Poet A single moment, branded upon the young psyche- not the mark of Cain, but a blessing – a lover’s heart etched deeply on furrowed tree bark. Callow child, peering in the doorway, hairig, grandfather, hunched over his writing table. Trespass upon hallowed ground, I feared. and then the moment a beckoning nod, the quickening smile puckered at the corners of his mouth and, oh my, that seductive twinkle in his eyes. A wave of him well-gnawed fountain pen bade me sit, a tousling of my hair and back to work – a river of discourse flowing in strange, squiggly-looking characters of Armenian script. I was awash in his serenity, basked in his aura, smelled the sweetness of his presence, wishing to spend the rest of my life in that room. Krikor Nazar Der Hohannesian |