As the stars illuminate your eyes
The world fades away,
What will you dream tonight
What mask will the earth wear tomorrow

Though we’ve never met…
Before you were born
I knew you
The first time your heart was broken
I knew you
The night you sat alone, thoughts racing
I knew you
As a child, running through the grass
I knew you

As I gaze upward, Orion passes overhead
And it occurs to me I am among the stars
That you gave them to me
An everlasting moment, frozen in time

In the still of the dark of the moon
after the revelrie has passed on
deep, deep into the frozen fields of dreamless sleep
we, walking, silently, along the riverbed
breathing in ancient ash of woodsmoke
breathing out long-growing tears
to weave ghostly tentacles
along our path
take each others’ hand up to our heart
to pray, to kiss, to whisper
thus casting an eternal spell.

did you ever feel pomaceous
when standing naked and alone
in front of a tinted mirror?

it is…
as though you could have anything in the world
if only you would tend to the garden…

sometimes when i awaken in the din of night
and wonder who screamed
i feel that i have left the garden unattended
and allowed pomegranates to fall bruised to the ground

did you ever wonder who would hang the fruit
if summer rain washed it
and left it to dry in the sunshine
and the stem was pulled away?

no wonder God left velcro
to be found by man

the noise of departure itself
rapes the quiet of morning
and fruit still falls to the dirt

thud is a reverberation
used by God to beckon birds and insects
that breakfast is served

for me
i shall someday stand naked and alone
in the garden
looking for a fig leaf
while wondering why we have bonsai trees
in the midst of the forest

A wire perch -
dangling shoes.
A black bird
announces its arrival.
Red houses, yellow houses, green houses
all in a row.
Smokestack chimneys -
life out of the tops
Brick, stone, dark
“They just don’t match” – said.
A cardinal joins -
red feathers in tow.
A blue bird -
faded against the sky.
Even a crow joins to talk -
to watch -
as the strange colors survive.

Jim Wisneski
http://www.JimWisneski.com

http://1poem5minutes1day.wordpress.com/

blank stares settled like fog on faces left over
from midnight.

the smell of cheap wine, cigarettes and sweat jabbed
like a broken fighter
and nickels were passed around like street corner condoms
rubbed hard and spent but once.

men-boys walked in short semi-circles, weaving as would a tattered flag,
while clutching the skinny necks of colored bottles
and spitting brown tar-laced saliva as if it owned their misery.

a new morning sun crawled over waiting buildings and shadows crept like thieves into empty hallways…
but silence filled the air.

then a single gunshot resonated like the first note
of a well-planned symphony
and everyone moved a step closer to becoming a conductor.

we will watch the emerald grass
wave slightly at bouncing bumblebees
while we embrace under a willow tree
on our blanket of sapphire blue

listen as the wind sings
a chorus of summer hush
while the leaves of fall
hold strong the rhythm of quiet peace

come with me to yesterday
where sorrow cannot claim us
and love is true
come with me
to that place in my heart