Michael Keshigian’s tenth
poetry collection, Beyond was
released May, 2015 by Black Poppy.
He has been widely published in numerous national and international
journals most recently including Poesy,The Chiron Review, California Quarterly,
and has appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 5 Pushcart
Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
SALUTE
On a quiet
night
I saw a dying
star
streak to its
demise
behind a
moonlit hill
bordering the
horizon.
A wolf
immediately began to howl
a lugubrious
taps
and the universe
stopped twinkling
for a moment
of darkness
in honor of
the fallen comrade.
ESTRANGED
Midnight and
he walked
the narrow
trail away from the lake,
becoming
aware of night’s blackness,
isolation and
mystery
surrounded
him upon the winding path
as the breeze
followed, its breath chilling,
sending a shudder
to his core.
He gazed up, implored
the stars for comfort,
but was
astonished at their minuteness
within the
immensity of ceiling.
Life is more
meaningful
when he
ponders beneath the leaves
of the great
oak in his yard,
his children
enhancing gaiety
instead of
the smallness
that now
invades his being,
this
infinitesimal, singular particle
meandering in
the dark,
lost in the complexity
of an explanation.
There have
been times,
under the
same set of stars,
when his eyes
widened
and the folds
of his brain absorbed
those
blinking messages from the universe
that
transformed him into the nature
of all things,
belonging
to an existence
much larger than himself,
a child of
the cosmos, his mind
a tiny
compression of space dust
that saw
beyond the veil of all things
without a
need for explanation.
But indeed,
on this night,
the invisible
hand has dropped the curtain.
He is afraid
to float, perhaps drown
in this sea
of black without notice.
He searches
for the moon or a guiding light
for passage,
perhaps the sun will arrive early
to show him
the way.
STAR BRIGHT
After all these
years,
through all
these nights,
dank and dim,
moonlit and
starry,
it happened,
a new star was
born,
another
bright light appeared
and he
witnessed its inception,
a potion, a
power, ignited
in the
midnight sky.
He glanced
upward
through the
window of his room
to see the distant
candle flare
as it illuminated
his surroundings,
fantasies
dancing upon his pillow,
around his
head,
warm breaths
of possibility
enraptured
his bed.
Even this
late,
his heart
buried deep,
exploded and
the evening’s black mesh
blazed into
joy.
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