a poetry e-zine

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

Poems By M. Ana Diz

 

incomplete villanella or not so easy little waltz

I need to hold my ground and take my air;
my feet must know their bounce
to play this round for keeps, and play it fair.

To ease you out of my nightmare
to keep this light I’ve found
I need to hold my ground and take my air.

These lines you need to tread with care
and gently help me pare them down
to play this round for keeps, and play it fair.

To learn there’s no way you can spare
me my thirst, no way for me to sound your dreams in mine
I need to hold my ground and take my air.

My cold I know is not for you to bear
your crystal beads not mine to touch or count. Yes,
I need to hold my ground and take my air
to play this round for keeps, and play it fair.

 

One and Only Green

My Nature is generic
it comes from flower shops
and children’s zoos:
birds horses cats and dogs
bright burning tigers and blind mice.
Primary creatures red yellow and blue.
I say, for instance, ‘mistletoe,’
a word I love,
but its shape I wouldn’t recognize.
These flowers and these growths
have names.
Without them, I go on blindly
seeing one and only green.




M. Ana Diz was born in Buenos Aires, and resides in New York City. Although she has written poetry for many years, most of her publications (books, articles in specialized journals) have dealt with literary criticism. Recently, in addition to publishing some pieces on contemporary art, she is devoting most of her time to her own poetry (so far, six poems have been accepted by publication).

 

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