The Bitch
In
birth or destruction
in
beauty and in blood
the
bitch to earth surrenders
not
preoccupied with the stars
earthy
scents her potent elixir
in
her every act life surges
she
cannot contain
she tries not to contain
bares
her soft skin to her master
bliss
rains upon her
precipitates a shudder.
Exponential Whispers
Sound
Far
away a tractor’s drone
The
hound sighs
The
hound sighs
The
wind itself strokes the air
Branches
graze
Metal
roof
Leaves
are rushing over there
Flaking
rust
It’s
raining
Pins
Spiraling
baritone fly does bite
Paper
sheets
Insect
limbs
Small
soprano circles ear
Chafing
grasses
Platinum
fields
Earth’s
core resonates
Exponential
Whispers
Sound
Ginestra
Spanish
broom
immobile
and authentic,
is
nature’s gentle guard,
masks
an entire forest
with
her scented blooms—
proclaims
I
am you,
you
are me,
we
are not.
Around
us verdant hills
dotted
with dragon eyes,
houses
with ancient wisdom
seem
to signal,
turn
towards the fire.
A
last ember in a stained sky
calls
for a us to salute.
Pivot.
Car
tracks through a gilded field,
lead
to a first star that welcomes.
All
life reverberates.
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 her 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.