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Mighty Marigolds
The autumn sun warms mighty marigolds
but verdant veins whisper age
and petals fall.
Our love was strong,
or so it seemed
as we walked hand in hand
with secret smiles.
The bright days are shorter now
and darkness hides my silent tears.
Our love has faded,
with the season,
and soon,
we must bear,
the winter.
ANGULARITY
No Sabine
but hard, a Minoan
sharp lines
your limbs, stretch
before the window.
I see you at the kitchen,
an open chord
reaching out
across the room.
A canny rook
upon the garden,
A flag, straight-pinned
to the sky.
The keen edge of
your being
lays open
my very soul.
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About the Book
Fellow Poets,
Thank you for taking some time to listen to my songs. Like our sister and brother coyotes, songbirds and whales, we poets cannot but share our wistful, joyous, and sometimes mournful songs. Poets sing even, and perhaps especially, in the solitude of a canyon, on lonely dark nights, and inside the throbbing aorta of relationship or a city.
Through poetry, I relate first to myself, then to the world and perhaps sometimes to others. In a field the faintest, most monotonous chirps and trills convey simple messages of something learned, noticed, or remembered. At some level in our beings we listen as dogs bark and crickets chip. This world we share is teeming with confusion, wonder and the glee of life itself. For those without hearing, I hope to help make your passage memorable. Smile your smiles, sing your songs and live the poetry of life.
About the Author
Drawn by the thunder of literary cannon and anguished cries of women, children and men shrieking to be heard above the pounding of their own hearts, Michael stays near the cutting edges of poetry. It is writing that allows him to navigate the frigid, dark chasms and airless peaks of life itself. Now middle-aged, he understands that by sunset of this very day far more life and cognac has evaporated than was consumed. A short poem of exactly sixteen words can represent a month’s dilligent tinkering. Balloon Money, however, crowned on a busy sidewalk and was delivered fully formed when scribbled against a second-hand store window. Mighty Marigolds took shape on a wooden bench in the