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Miriam's Iris, or Angels in the Garden
Poetry by Maja Trochimczyk
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"Rarely does one find a book of poetry which holds together as well as Miriam's Iris. Although presented as a collection of individual
poems, it reads like it was composed as a whole, as a single poem of multiple parts. . . Miriam's Iris is a strong demonstration of how poetry can evoke emotion without getting bogged down in the details of one's affairs. Along the way it provides some wisdom about finding one's place, accepting what one is given." (G. Murray Thomas in Poetix.net, Feburary 2010)
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Selected Poems from Miriam's Iris, or Angels in the Garden
By Maja Trochimczyk
(C) 2007-2009 by Maja Trochimczyk, Los Angeles
The Iris
Why did you want to look
into Miriam's iris?
Why did you want to catch her gaze
that silently unfolds
the petals of conceit,
self-pity, and bewilderment,
revealing bluest sorrow,
soft heart of gold?
Love is awakened lightly
sleeping it waits to be:
daily enchantment
Swirls of transfigured glory
dancing a fragrant dream:
four million circles
In Passing 1
The bougainvillea looked at me slyly
from the myriad of her butterfly eyes
Roses sang with rich voices
of their crimson petals
A symphony unfolded to fade
My white birch was afraid
of this southern opulence
Its leaves trembled in the hot wind
far from the pale whisper of home
Amor - The Angel of Romance
Amor 2
You looked at me
and I saw myself
for the first time
I'm beautiful!
I've heard this
many times before
but did not quite believe
In your hands
love filled every
square inch of my skin
I glow with a brightness
that even your absence
cannot dim
In Passing 2
I saw another miracle today -
the jacaranda tree was in full bloom,
a purple cloud descended
or was it periwinkle?
No wonder I don't want to leave L.A.
where gardens look at the sky
with turquoise eyes of their pools,
where hills wear white scarves
of fog in the morning, where
the weight of sunshine wears me down
as I go about my daily business
of loving the world better
Eros - The Angel of Desire
Eros 1
my dreams are simple -
I just want you
today, tomorrow,
in my bed, at my table,
talking on your cell phone,
putting on your socks,
all wet from the shower,
bewildered by the steady
glow of my love,
touched so deeply
that it hurts -
you - just one man
of wicked charm,
strength, wisdom
Eros 6
we are the walnut
of perennial wisdom
locked together
(two halves in one)
we share one breath
of blessed air
delighted,
we peel the minutes
off the ancient clock
In Passing 3
At dusk -
The waves of black clouds
rise on the horizon, ominous
like Medusa's hair
Red sun is trapped,
suspended in the snares,
useless like a hat of a dead man
It shines through the shadows,
illuminating the scorched land below
before sinking into ashes
At dawn -
The river of light
flows down the slope
towards dark contours
of pines and ash trees
A milky mist rises
above the sleeping valley
with an untold promise of
life without cruelty and pain
Eloe - The Angel of Grief
Eloe 1
kiss me with the kiss of death
so my lips stop breathing
kiss me with the kiss of Lete
so its waters wash away
my dark memories
kiss me, so I could go in peace
to the empty fields of Elysium
for a well deserved stroll in the park
of the late graceful
Eloe 6
grief is a thief
and a stupid one at that
he stole your life
when God was not looking
(too busy -
concocting colors
to paint the canyons, stars,
dabbling in sunsets)
In Passing 4
I grow roses in the desert
They wither in merciless sun
Their petals, scorched by the heat,
crumble into dust
from which they came
The magic of water and light
brings them back.
Open blossoms smile at me
shyly
One after one after one
they come to make love
with the air
They shrivel to stay unchanged
clinging to life
that left them
Thanatos - The Angel of Death
Thanatos 2
broken pieces of fish bones
lie scattered by the tide
where sandpipers feed
hermit crabs move into empty shells
whose former inmates
lost their future, devoured
The ocean of death surrounds us
ants troop in and out of the eye
of the beetle that lies
in the middle of my path
crushed sea shells paint the beach
bone-white - prickly sand
slowly changes into rock
the fossils capture cruel snapshots
of transient past
unperturbed, we march on,
treading on traces of old tragedies
insects die first, yet outlive us
we do not mind their deaths
with a gaze fixed above,
we ignore countless incidents
of random murders, as we walk into
the gaping mouth of the Behemoth
Thanatos 6
pain trickles down
the solid rock of my sorrow
until there is nothing
left to hurt - a void
before another outpouring
tears don't wash away
the dust of sadness
they come and go
like summer rains -
not refreshing
in the stale heat
of despair
Ellenai - The Angel of Peace
Ellenai 6
with the noise
of unfurling wings
silence descended
turmoil within
my frightened self
dissolved
into the glass surface
of tranquil seas
at sunset
angels account for
moments such as these
love's cruel sweetness
my days are numbered
I'm caught again
emptied
of thought and sorrow
poured
into the last vessel
of midnight calm
In Passing 7
I am my own kingdom,
alone:
my garden's secret
you'll know
if you care to visit
we'll dance a sarabande
on wet grass
framed by blue larkspur
and morning glory
Sophia - The Angel of Wisdom
Sophia 4
oh, to float into blue distance
a dream of weightlessness,
knowledge of nothing but the air
in the lungs, air carrying the limbs
from cloud to cloud into being,
into tranquility, into peace
all made of water, we live
in the Cloud of Unknowing
we breathe a shroud
surrounding the mystical
peaks of the Ancient One
that will not be known
nor understood fully
we have to, we must fly
higher, we must grow wings,
strain in childish hope
that we'll find brilliance
hidden beyond the bluest
blue of infinity, of time
Sophia 6
and now bless
and now
the whole, the all,
cosmos, chaos,
gleaming, living waters,
exploding spheres,
black skies filled with fire
and now bless -
blessed be the Holy,
the One beyond being,
above, below, after, breathing
now bless -
mine, ours, yours, love,
pearl strings of peace,
joy, heartbeat of stillness,
jewels of transfigured touch,
petals unfurling
into wings of glory
now blessed
Poetry written in 2005-2008
Published by Moonrise Press, Los Angeles.
www.moonrisepress.com
P.O. Box 4288, Sunland, California 91041-4288.
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