Irene Koronas

 

Irene Koronas

 

(USA)

 

 

 

old blue blood sonnet

 

her age 75 or 80 maybe younger

her patina image on jewel box

thin red lips, white and black dress

 

simple loneliness

 

her husband dead 13 or 14 years

she stopped counting days.

nothing moves or shines

 

her eyes scrutinize

 

I may not wear red lip stick

or pancake makeup, my eyes cast blue

as she saunters, sure footed, by me

 

 

 

his rain sonnet

 

rain washes street debris

his tears watered in

 

his fall, he piles them in notebooks

rejoicing when sun appears redundan

 

clouds move off the heat

dries leaves. his special font

 

he reads for those teetering

women who sit in cushioned lofts

 

dreams his hands will reach

their breasts strapped behind foamy frost

 

lacy satin, lounging along beach

he’ll swim into their arms

 

write in his notebooks to keep sane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Irene Koronas is the poetry editor for Wilderness House Literary Review. She has three full length books, Portraits Drawn from Many, Ibbetson Street Press; Pentakomo Cyprus, Cervena Barva Press; and Turtle Grass; Muddy River Books. She has numerous chapbooks; poetry in many anthologies. She reviews poetry books for the small press community.

 

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