by Joe Bisicchia
We may fear the tired, no longer gold mustard,
all the now sky blackened gel of who we were
in the dark Whirlpool, old in the shuttered cold.
Yes, check our chests to see if we’ve expired.
Goodness, is there not a song within our souls?
Are we not still same as all who orbit eternity?
The ode is indeed awaiting our next breath.
That elegy remains here, ours, spired timeless.
Yes, hard to reach for the beast in the dark and
not know the fangs and swiping elbow without
the pain. How we fear the going numb, the
lack of oxygen, the lack of mindfulness here.
Rather, it is stuff of living angels, not stone,
for heaven’s sake. The breathing. Breath by
breath. You too, yes, yes, us, us. I, for one,
awaken my gray face to the spaceship glass.
See, see how the colors of the sun crystalize
the grass, and the songs of the cosmos bend
all around us stepping out to the green wide,
like lawn chairs, as if the kids forever sing.
Fishing in the Wood
by David Summerfield
Joe Bisicchia has nearly four decades of experience in language arts, from journalism and broadcasting, to teaching, marketing, public affairs, and poetry. An Honorable Mention recipient of the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written four published collections of poetry. He also has composed hundreds of individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications, such as Chronogram Magazine, Aji Magazine, The Tiger Moth Review, Slag Glass City, JMWW, pacificREVIEW, Rabid Oak, Triggerfish Critical Review, Sheepshead Review, The Wax Paper, and many others. To see more of his work, visit http://www.JoeBisicchia.com.
David Summerfield, editor, columnist, and contributor to various publications within his home state of West Virginia, has published numerous works of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and photo art in a variety of literary arts magazines/journals/and reviews.
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