Ode to Nadia!


Kouroush Sassanian
by Kouroush Sassanian

a feline lost to certitude, servitude –breaking bounds,


Your memories, never forgotten


fleeing in the concentric, convulsive motion, churning in her soul,

 shivering in the glamour of your past, echo

mirroring pools,  dust wrinkled hand laborious campiseno

  under the dust ,  striking blows seeking a breach in chains servitude, lost in her past

Discarded in her future

not known in her now

you are  the clear torques  pool of Cortez, never knew

mesmerized by love of land family                              Dios,

search out a path for me in this land bestowed to abusador
among the mirror pools reflecting a lost past – new fresh beginning.




 at the flow of blood-red tears in my eyes

not see them in their kindred souls

   not to take the well-worn path of history, conquest, labor - death               

not see them in her shoes, kindred

  silent gasp, pleading seeking a path – no response in those echos,


a hollow echo pitching back whipping her punishment, guilt, commune empty, a silent God with no more heads to turn for reply

  burning orders, scorching dignity a man heavy hands no vision no mercy – a path on to his own

you - means to his end kindred  spirits, a vessel to carry legacy, no echo no mirrors no wind 

a duskless sun pours forth a song in the heat of the desert,
an Eastern wind whipping through the reflecting turquoise pools a hand comes forth latching hard letting you

free , release, stand  breath 

 you, alas 



.  sense  in my  veins  pulsing a past vision coming true in a free trade wind of love, passion, screaming of empty souls, thundering with a final voice

coming through the Arch,

in time with my every heart beat I see in their kindred eyes 

Grounding love in a worn but not broken  pestle


 holding my baseas they pour our past, our hope, sprinkling love on their souls 


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