KALYNA
TEMERTEY-CANTA
Wild Life
The tree untrimmed
the earth unturned
the milk not churned
flows freely to the
faun
the wind unbroken
the words unspoken
become a song
become a song
Morning Face
You were a happy
baby,
a bright cosmic orb
among us,
Descendant of the
Stars,
until Earth sat upon
your head
with her voluminous
cheeks
smothered your
innocence
with her mossy
perfume,
erasing all memory
of your stellar
origins.
Don't be offended,
it happens to all of
us
my dear child
daily
So that we come to
breakfast
looking
like that.
West Wind
Words aligned on the
left margin,
A winter's branch
left bare of thought—
The west wind wore
through me,
Pushed me uphill to
the abandoned house,
Fought against me
upon my return;
Seemed to weather my
corners,
And hollow my bones.
KALYNA
TEMERTEY-CANTA
Kaly (Kalyna Temertey-Canta)
was born in Montreal, Canada and writes primarily in English. She explores various subjects, including the
search for inner peace, primarily through a connection with nature. Among other venues, her poetry has been
published by the California Poetry Society Quarterly. She lives in the Italian countryside with her
family.
Kalyna is born in Montreal, Canada and writes primarily in English. She explores various subjects, including the search for inner peace, primarily through a connection with nature.
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