To Breathe Fire Again

 

On the path where I walk with my dog, someone had given life to a dead tree. This morning, a dragon looked over the path.

Volcanoes wake up hibernating mountains. Memories make us dream again. And mirrors reflect upon our changing faces over time.

Or, are mountains simply dormant volcanoes? Do dreams remind us not to let memories in the past? And, do our aging faces hope that mirrors, one morning, would reflect back the spark we once had in our eyes?

No matter. On that path the now dragon-shaped old tree is just a dead tree for my dog. But a moment of reflection for me.

 

December 23, 2021

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021

The Way I Want to Remember Then Paint to Forget

 

 

Old leaves fell

And we walked

Over

Them

 

It was all silent

In the forest

Except

Our path

 

Which we never chose

But it took us

Where

The night ends

 

… Then

Old leaves fell

Even when

Our feet forgot

 

That the forest

At night

Makes

New paths

 

To take

Alone

At

Sunrise

 

December 20, 2021

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021

 

This is a painting I did for memories I hope to recall more than once

Saturnalia

 

 

Every candle burns

Only once

 

Every dissonant cord

Finds its tremble 

On a violin’s bridge

At intermezzo

 

Or when dormant

Unwept

Next to an unkept

Promise

 

Every candle burns

Only once

 

Then it becomes

That dissonant promise

Of sunset skies

Over parched lands

 

Where I lost

My violin

As I forgot

How fingers travel

How fingers bleed in silence

Over steel cords

 

To recall a name

As lonesome

As a candle

Flame

 

Yet candles burn

Only once

And my flame

Has now found

Its sunset 

Sky

 

December 4, 2021

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2021