My Poems
Birth then growing up.
My Kyrielles, Sestinas and Sonnets, now, mature
As they seek shelters around the world;
Flapping wings from Afghanistan to England—
Canada to Vietnam, Italy to Myanmar,
Mexico to Brazil, Iceland to Morocco,
Zambia to Australia, New Zealand to the USA.
They hum, they sing, they whisper,
Breaths after breaths, blissful melodies.
Shakespeare is waiting in his house to read,
T S Elliot, in his hotel, longing to listen,
I, TRI TRAN, in my bedroom, proud and happy.
My work completed, now and forever…
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poetri(tt5555)
Copyright © Tri Tran | Year Posted 2008
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