Unyielding Light / Winter Moon by Michael Keshigian

Unyielding Light

We were caught in an endless day,
persistent sunshine, no darkness,
a day that curdled
the green leaves falling,
rotting upon dried lawn
spotted with insects desiccated,
fragile carcasses littered
beneath the lessening shade of trees.
We walked between sagging sycamores,
crossing the street,
asphalt which singed our soles,
faces aglow,
burnt to a crimson hue,
on our way to the river
where others must be waiting.
Soon we will swim under the soundless sun,
water easing our burns,
submerged in the cascading current
in order to survive this day without end,
dressed in white shirts and shorts,
a luminosity that mimicked the sun
as we approached the shoreline
where the others swam,
many whispering how the sun
became a threat,
that we will suffer then dry,
so we must sing
before our remnant ashes disperse,
that an earnest song
might induce unbelievers to listen
or otherwise bear us wings to embark
on a journey away from earth,
for due to negligence,
the rules have changed
and our bodies will only go so far.




Winter Moon

Lonely wanderer
casts vague frosty glances
through the window
of my room
and enlivens pristine icicles

weighing on trees and wires
to reflect an indifferent
detached smile
which glows amid the black cloudless sky.
Were I to darken my attire

wear an ashen shirt
which resembles your face
could I follow your icy path
and meander beyond the confines of being?
Between the worm holes

and black tunnels of question?
Become more wise than foolish?
Then vanish from sight
with realization
at daylight’s peek?

Michael Keshigian is the author of 14 poetry collection. He has recently been published in the Comstock Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Young Ravens Literary Review, and Jerry Jazz Musician, with 7 Pushcart Prize and 3 Best Of The Net nominations.