Two Poems by April Avalon


I’ve turned to an actress regardless my will,
Life’s poignant scenario brought me the skill.
Performing, I find the salvation
In changing my costumes and masks.
It keeps my true guise ever changing in turn,
The art of arranging’s not easy to learn,
It’s more than just bright decorations.
I’ve handled a difficult task.

I fear the thunder, still dance in the rain,
The gloomy surrounders claim I’m insane,
Not seeing the sense in its absence –
The actress is always to blame!
My tragical comedies last for a while,
Erasing the concepts “the truth” and “a guile”.
Deceiving the evident essence,
I’m playing this innocent game.

I speak every language of pleasure and grief,
I’ve heard every rumor you spread and believe.
Well, I am the subject this season,
In fact I am proud of it.
I’m nursing the thought they keep talking of me,
Quite happy to seem a discover-to-be
For no particular reason
Except such a playful deceit.

White On White

Blank papers of bitter today
Do treasure the words white on white;
If they are forbidden to say,
Then my privilege is to write.

I choke on the poison I’ve drunk,
The root of my love is in grief;
I’m learning the foreigners’ tongue
To perpetuate my belief.

The strength of my weakness denies
The myth only half proven true;
The lines that I can’t recognize
One day were composed by you.

The sequel could come to an end,
But sanity claims it’s too late,
I take all the pain to defend
The worlds my illusions create.

{Back to the Spring 2012 issue}

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