Peycho Kanev
One Night in August
In the dark corners of the house a pain carries its
luggage,
but it cannot leave,
it does not want to leave,
soon the last pages will fall on the calendar’s
floor,
but from the murky plains outside a hushed voice came,
calling it,
begging it to come, to leave the empty rooms of my heart,
and I feel like I can’t let it go, that I still need it—
life seems to begin again anew.
A Banal Ending
How sadly everything is trying to live,
the nothingness turns into something and finally again
into nothing,
the vast sky is scratched, the words collapse just like dreams.
but my glass is full to the brim—
the words crush my heart
and nothing more.
The Consequences
While we touch each other,
the stars begin to love each other in the dark
and shine in the past.
While we look in the mirror
billions of faceless birds fly away from our memories
to the endless rivers of oblivion.
While we lie down to sleep,
the dead begin to whisper about our lives
and sigh silently
in the white night.
Peycho Kanev is the author of 10 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, 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. His new book of poetry titled A Fake Memoir was published in 2022 by Cyberwit.