Play Your Pipe! poetry by Anahit Arustamyan at Spillwords.com

Play Your Pipe!

written by: Anahit Arustamyan

Hey, shepherd! Play your pipe!
The sun has woken up.
It can comb your hair with its passionate eyes.
Do play your pipe to the plants with emerald tongues!
Who can count the drops which the soil has drunk?
Shepherd! No river needs a white shirt and a tie.
A barefooted river is as blue as the sky.
It may also steal the sky’s silver shine.
Hey, shepherd! Play your pipe!
The grass may hear and smile.
The grass doesn’t need a painted mask.
Its green sunglasses can look at the sun.
Hey, shepherd! Play your pipe!
The day hasn’t changed for the night.
You can find a lost drop in a green-eyed bud.
No river needs any boots to run.
Play the tune which the curly clouds might have sung!
They remind you of the goats making fun.

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Anahit Arustamyan

She was born in Yerevan, Armenia, 1963. Poetry books: "The Queen Of Metaphors," "My Intoxicated Ink," "The Phantom's Dolphin," "Words In Flight," "The Canvas Of My Soul," "Where I Meet Myself," "Ink And Quill," the latest poetry book ''Autumn Songs For Nara.'' A novel, ''The Pilot.'' A memoir, ''The Lamp Lights The Way Back.'' Her books are available from Amazon, Lulu, Kobo Writing Life. Her works are also published in some international poetry anthologies and magazines, both online and in print.

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