Thursday, March 12, 2009

two poems...

springtime

the rains come
and
the world
erupts.

gardenias
perfume
the wind.

green
seeds fragment
and
burst.

soon,
the longest day
of the year.

then,

the race begins.



song of a cold heart

a woman
walks past
a
set of chimes
blowing
subtle music
in the warm wind.

she reaches out
a
hand

and stills
the
shifting
notes.

there is a
second of silence
as
she
moves beyond
the missing
sound,

her back
turned
to the wind.

she
doesn't
have
a
chance.

2 Comments:

Blogger Julie said...

I love both poems, but "song of a cold heart" blows me away. Awesome details. And the way you captured that moment is powerful.

But what I really like about it is how the last stanza makes the woman's story continue in my head. Like chiming notes. Beautiful work.

1:01 PM  
Blogger christopher cunningham said...

thanks julie, it's always interesting to me what is MISSING from the "soul" of a person who stops music from entering the world...how sad and alone and lost they must be, and determined to somehow inflict that loss/misery upon others...

but fuck them, the music still gets thru, despite their best/worst efforts, and we get to enjoy it.

and hey, make art from it too...win/win for a change...

2:06 PM  

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