Tuesday, May 30, 2006

AnnyRose Nahapetian: Բացակայ/Absent




If you are forced to leave your homeland -- part of you stays behind
Your childhood, street, school, your red kite

It's illusive, like not willing to die

You are lying dead but you rise and you turn in order to look to yourself
Do you recognize You?
You ramify in thousand memories, thousand dreams

Very often you stick to the memories

To the moments that sometimes are a dream

Dreams which are so close that they look like reality

Or reality so far that it looks like a dream

You loose connection
In dissension
You are split in a thousand branches

No matter why, there is always a gap, a distance

There is always someone who is not there

You look in to the hollow, colors are recognizable,
but often not matching with the smell

The albums are full of pictures, and the apostle gifts are often kept unused
Envelops, the letters...... The stamps, the smell of old leather of a purse
and note books that belonged to Mum or Dad


All pieces are kept so well, because each piece has
the soul of a beloved one.

A colored hollow.


AnnyRose Nahapetian
Dedicated to, "Layered Lives: "Iranian Armenian Identity Through Contemporary Arts",
Amsterdam. 2005

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

i realy enjoyed your poem. it was realy close to my heart

AnnyRose Art is lifestyle said...

I'm seeing your post now,
Have to say thank you.

AnnyRose Art is lifestyle said...

Thank you.