Siroun Kaloustian: 3:16am

I like being awake
late
into the early hours

Here
I hear 
dreams of the world

My ears smile.

Listen,
  Marashtsi girls giggling
 conversations with whales
   birth tells its secret
    
   shhhh…(they don’t know I have come—found a door)

this door is a leaky faucet  ..
    ..
   ..
drip,
 drip,
  a few more dreams 
drop
  forming a puddle

Maybe
tomorrow
it’ll be deep enough for me to dive in and fish out my heart.

1/30/08
Siroun Kaloustian

Siroun Kaloustian: Ghazal for Hayastan

Frosted peaks patiently wait in forgotten sleepy Armenia
Noah’s hallowed resting ground in a wronged weepy Armenia

Generations displaced, raped and expelled ripped from a weakly Armenia
Oh––what ancestral black tears drown seepy Armenia

Children of diaspora listen to wrinkled lips paint a dreamy Armenia
Lush, green, majestic laughter rising to the top––a creamy Armenia

Almond eyes lost to foreign lands wound a dreary Armenia
Her call tugs the soul beckoning them home to strengthen a meekly Armenia

I, Siroun, am too a daughter of unbroken steely Armenia
Awaiting spring to produce new fruit upon the branches of a leafy Armenia


11/20/06

Siroun Kaloustian

Siroun Kaloustian: Signature Performance

Master composer
Born to create
His lips part with purpose
Bass penetrates
 tone
 delivery 
 rhythm 
crafted to perfection,
 
Her favorite symphony of hollow promises

 First movement¬¬––piano, languid sonnet
  teary tales woven into crescendo
  (her ear unravels)
 Second movement––forte, striking rondo
  fierce passion fabricated to thaw viscous souls
  (plucked, she spills open…)
   now lost somewhere between “Hello Baby” and his malign melody,
    siphoned through sticky staccato beats,
     played skillfully––she 
        in final measure
          accepts apology.

10/30/05
Siroun Kaloustian

Siroun Kaloustian: Organic Yearning

Sliced halves, each
 
 expose nature’s luscious work 
 juicy nude in the afternoon breeze
bound in armor, leathery rust-red skin

colony of translucent tear-shaped globes nestle together
crimson Salmon-roe, cling one to the next
embody unity aching to burst at a glance 

anchored in walls of white sponge membrane
bunches uneven in number
separated by gauzy skin, cousin to serpent’s shed attire

individual bulbs of sweet 
await release,
  glisten,
   pulse,
    bleed pomegranate red

10/07/05

Siroun Kaloustian