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.