Three Poems by Elana Malec

 

New York deli

the die is cast
in God let's trust,
and everyone is learning soon
the action is not, mind you,
in the map room,
today we have gadgets and apps,
old-fashioned war rooms are in collapse;
we can turn the planet to bits
in just a matter of tweets,

tweeting is easy and fun,
somehow resembling a gun
filled with water and mud
or the firing squad
which can eventually tickle
a pickle.

shooter

moments come and go

mixing up emotions and wander

until you become numb

crude experiences

unravel before your eyes

as you run out of choices

on an iceberg

that is always

the indifference

of others

when you realize

that you don't have

an owner's manual

for running

your life

 

 

candour revisited

 

I was buried in the foam of ideologies

once

promising the Eden at my fingertips

improbable as it seems

that will come eventually

with a magic lunar eclipse

and I am ready to greet

awesome legions of fools

who believe just like me

in the old grammar schools

in a time

in a land

in the spirit of goodness

and of truth

lived by all

at its fullness

when a crafted new human

will be ageless and clever

and a world without guilt

our blessing forever

Elena Malec is a philologist by trade, poet and artist by choice. She has published literary criticism, prose, poetry, essays, haiku, books of gourmet cooking, ikebana, morimono, and art. She lives with her husband in Southern California where she dedicates to painting, writing, making rag dolls, ikebana and haiku. Her books can be found on Amazon. Her haiku and senryu is published in many online journals.