Snowstorm | Michael Walter
Last of the snow
Last of the white
the cold
And the globes
that fell
from skies above
all dense
and chill
upon my view.
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Last of the snow
Last of the white
the cold
And the globes
that fell
from skies above
all dense
and chill
upon my view.
More at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MichaelWalter.
The wise ape
is smiling because he
knows he’s an ape
The rest of the apes
don’t seem to see,
they give themselves
pretty stones from rivers
and chatter about
epistemology
They pretend they are
something other than
animal, violent, selfish,
reading their little books
or no reading at all
Even though the wise
ape smiles, his jaw is sore
when he wakes from
the stress of facing it.
I wondered
I wanted
I could not find
I fell victim to a blindness
rare, falling out of the sky
like a sparrow
flapping on the lawn.
A wristband man
followed me closely
jogging
I imagine he will try
to grab me, stuff me
in the bushes any
minute
He just runs, wheezing
on.
After the initial burst
After quenching the thirst,
I saw the sun getting dim
I saw the stars getting gloomy.
I saw the river getting dry
The ocean vanishing into the sky,
Mountains going deep down
But I never saw you leaving my hand.
Even when I was blown away in winds
Drowned in waters of the torrential rains.
Sometimes time crawled, sometimes sprinted
But now it appears to have again slowed down.
Thence sun got dimmer, ocean vanished into sky
But O’ life, you haven’t forsaken me to perish dry.
So be with me together to steal the sun
And shine the earth,
So be with me by the side to have fun
Till I wind up with my breath.