Corona, Poetry by Greg Kanyicska

WILDsound Writing and Film Festival Review

Genres: Fear, Hope, Hurt, Love, Longing, Distance, Loss, Relationships, Romantic, Innovative

Corona
by Greg Kanyicska

Those sands of the Moroccan Sahara that you
Walked, you touched, you breathed, have sailed over waves,
Greedy waves, on the Harmattan wind
To cross the Atlantic;
To redden my
Sunsets;
To redden my
Eyes as I walk these cold
Salted sands at Kill Devil Hills;
Sky darkening as I look past the waves
And ask the wind to lift me, to bear me weightless.
Grains of sand flow like water at your feet–
A care-free thought carried across
Impossibility.
Visions fade: this
Sunset,
Cold wind holding
The stars above the waves–
Stopping me from thinking, feeling
Anything but the need to turn away.

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