The Ghost Moon
Through the congested
clouds it creeps,
its vague, cratered tonnage,
amid the dust, glides hauntingly
through the mystery about,
its path worn thin,
reflecting the ambitions
above which it hovers
that are slowly invading
those dark recesses once hidden,
barely illuminated by starlight.
Its ghostly image
meanders in and out of sight,
passing through night
like a dream
of continuous divergence
though its warning
and pleas can never be discerned
for under the black sky
it has been decreed
to navigate in exile,
growing more blanch
with every revolution
as we stare,
sometimes in melancholy
sometimes in wonder,
knowing no person
will cast themselves asunder
as savior.
The Closet Door
He is a writer with a message
buried within,
and an inability to express
except when he falls asleep
and the doors
to his closet of secrets
cracks ajar
and into his head
flood the words
that paint pictures,
chaotic representations
of fortunes or ills
stained upon his minds eye
in blinding hues,
the flailing fists
of darkness and light,
death and life,
bashing his sensibilities,
where, in this sleepy stupor,
he raises his arms for defense,
the images in his head,
splay his angst about the bed,
around the room.
There is no revelation,
the ending is never a surprise,
merely a conglomerate
of indescribable visions
he remembers upon awakening
when he sits up and stares
as the pictures vanish
and the words retreat,
everything that had happened,
frightening as it might have been,
turns to nothing.
Michael Keshigian’s ninth poetry book, Dark Edges was released September, 2014 by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals most recently including Poesy, The Chiron Review, California Quarterly, Poppy Road Review and has appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 5 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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