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Two poems by Amee Nassrene Broumand

Amee Nassrene Broumand

The War

A lotus can’t become words—life
bleeds out. Still I struggle
to engrave the water’s face, the lotic

Mess:

Daylight speckles the orchard.

I long to pin this dragonfly down
& press her in a tome, but she defies all essay
of inchworm & scissors
to sass other worlds

within the known. Define this
to quell the itch.

This:

α) I ramble through faded grasses at sunset, collecting night
on my bootlaces. Listen—the rush of the abandoned lot.

β) A whiff of oenanthic hooks.

Lopsided & ankyroid, the riverside moon
pours buttermilk over rusted cars.

γ) Alice drifts through tides of pumpkin bisque.

In time—in a trick of the light—she dissolves
into swarms of plankton as they linger, curious.

The mushroom balloons wider in the dark.

3 Seconds Pressed in a Book

Smile—a sign with teeth drowns in the plaza fountain.
Shimmering circles dim as pennies mimic the sun.

A soldier plays the violin on the corner, coat billowing—
she sails in a cardboard boat across the sidewalk.

The harbor is empty.

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About Amee Nassrene Broumand

Amee Nassrene Broumand is an Iranian-American poet. She has a B.A. in Philosophy & English from Boise State University, where she tutored logic for six semesters, graduated summa cum laude, & was named a Top Ten Scholar. Nominated for a Pushcart by Sundog Lit, she also has poems in Word Riot, A-Minor Magazine, Right Hand Pointing, Windfall, & elsewhere. She currently lives in Portland, Oregon & blogs for Burning House Press (UK). Follow her on Twitter @AmeeBroumand.

Author: Amee Nassrene Broumand Tagged With: poetry Filed Under: Poems March 23, 2018

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Comments

  1. Fred LaMotte says

    March 28, 2018 at 2:04 pm

    ‘The War’ is the best poem I have read in years. OMG. It does to me what Emily Dickinson says a real poem must do: blasts the top off of my head. Thank you. I bow.

  2. Sam Silva says

    March 24, 2018 at 11:33 am

    A language and imagery which also sings.

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