Thursday, July 21, 2016

Before the News

With sleep in its eyes
a new day yawns
Mist swirls

Pines stretch
like great specters emerging
out of the darkness

A symphony
of morning sounds
the orchestra invisible

This could be
the time before man
before madness

Freeze frame
this moment
of peace

Sunday, June 26, 2016

In the Days Before Winter by smzang

The stark blue hills,
                   smoky soft at dawn…
Painter, poet
save them as they stand today
of the forest’s thinning,
unaware they’ve been mortgaged to the hilt
by guilty men who lack the heart
to stand up in a storm.
Even the kind hearted grow small
against the rising sun.
Smart and modern
we adjust creation until we have no home,
but I babble…
It is the hills that stand the test of time,
Soldiers fall like leaves, trees become poor poems
and those stacks that belched their smoke stand idle.
Bricks fall, fill the empty belly of the beast that fed us.
Ivy tangles and turns brown, but every evening
in the shadow of a day that’s done,
the hills stand tall in tortured stone,
They do not fear the dark.

Come morning when the sun is at a softer slant,
the smoky haze of day gives gentler hue
to hills that cup their hands
to catch the thunder.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Fathers' Day by smzang

A Series of Near Misses by smzang

The razor edge
of brutal honesty
takes its pound of flesh

You wince
when it hits too close
and I
feel the sting
of martyrdom
when your aim finds home
as if ruthless truth
is not enough
there are the lies
the flung arrows
venomous as any bite
but these
are just the odd moments
of discontent
We retreat
then reunite
a truce
born of more
than pinkie swear
this better and worse.