by Paul Hartal
It snows
As the afternoon braids
Lavender threads of turquoise longing
Into a soulful sanctuary
Of remembrance.
It rained
When the first time
I unbuttoned your wool coat
And under a lilac blouse
I touched your silky breast
Wondering about its sight
And the taste of your
Hardened nipple.
Sunny memory
Still holds your hand
Rejoicing in your kisses and embrace
But my heart mourns
Our unborn children
Born out of unconsummated nights.
In the cold space
I follow now the winding path
Of your warm smile
The silent echo of your graceful glance
And caress the ethereal void
Through which once
You had passed.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
A man of many Odysseys, Paul Hartal is a Canadian poet, author and artist born in Szeged, Hungary. His critically acclaimed books include Postmodern Light (poetry, 2006), Love Poems (2004), The Kidnapping of the Painter Miró (novel, 1997, 2001), The Brush and the Compass (1988), Painted Melodies (1983) and A History of Architecture (1972) ., In 1975 he published in Montreal A Manifesto on Lyrical Conceptualism. Lyco Art is a new element on the periodic table of aesthetics, which intertwines the logic of passion with the passion of logic. In 1980 the Lyrical Conceptualist Society hosted the First International Poetry Exhibition in Montreal., In 1978 Hartal exhibited his paintings at the Musée du Luxembourg and the Raymond Duncan Gallery in France and his canvas Flowers for Cézanne won the Prix de Paris. He also has displayed his oeuvre in museums and galleries in New York, Montreal, Budapest, as well as many other places., He approaches poetry with the credo that the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart. A recurring theme of his recent work explores the human tragedies of wars and genocides.
Last updated March 10, 2012