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The Literary Groong - 09/16/2006

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	By Bedros Afeyan

	I was a poet when celestial rings 
	Of burning clouds hissed for me
	Danced around campfires as nymphs,
	Called for rain
	Or overcast predictions
	Of sexual digressions
	Committed to paper
	In defense of the word supreme ---
	The Word, spring like and nurturing.

	I was a poet when sense sank into a samovar
	Pouring sensibility through a cup of blinding tea
	And Leotards jumped in unison to frighten gazelles
	Across the screens of mundane melancholy.Had a sip of semaphore drunk
	Pastry dunked in scrumptious archival gravy
	Making reference to seed sacks of sad saps and me.

	Oceans glistening through bird's wings
	Framed in flight and Brancusi
	I was a poet then and maybe never again
	Since I allowed myself to age quickly
	Through sugar, sugar, sugar
	Pronounced fatigue
	Failed fraternity
	Landscapes without color
	Receding to antiquity.

	October 29, 2005
	Livermore, CA

Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in
the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in
English and also paints and sculpts. Samples of his work can be found
on the web by clicking on his personal web pages at:

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