VISAGE OF MY SILENCE

    Karine Ovsepian


    I sit alone with my silence, head to head, heart to heart,
    Though reasons vary today, but the labor of my words seems one and the  
    same?
    I cannot stand beside it mute, for my thoughts are my hopes,
    And yes they are nameless, with roots that are shrewd,
    My hunger is for living lines, those, which I cannot pronounce out loud,
    My tongue speaks many languages; today's is a hushed sweet dialogue,
    Dressed in the golden ray of beachside wind,
    As my stripped soul rests within its own arrogance,
    Today, silence seems my favorite fruit, my favorite mourn.

					    *

    My mind dances like a fresh lily, precipitating into the air,
    I choose to stay nameless, just a peaceful silence within the world's  
    fold.
    I am a wild flower, who likes to live a passionate life,
    I am crazed and dangerous species with lethal stillness,
    Don't sing my song, don't tap my dance,
    I am gratis like a mocking bird.
    Today I breathe silence; I exhale its pieces into your life,
    Be content if you can, I never could.
    I can only be silence, that is where I find my content,
    where you rest beside my thoughts as a visage of my silence, entranced.


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Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city
of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of
Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school
days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is
planning to publish her first book.  Some of her English poems have
been published by the International Society of Poets in US.  She is a
graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing &
Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression
and imagination to the world.