MICHAEL
JAMES GARLAND
GOLDEN REPRIEVE
Like a river of
gold I exhale in the twilight pause,
How strange, the
beauty unknown in mundane concerns
rushing to greet
those that cast about in final merit.
Oh grim is this
contemplation poised on this bridge of sighs,
The abode of
lovers and those wishing final flight,
Would motorist
think me an odd contemplation in this pedestrian extreme?
Why would they,
They hasten to
that, which they would claim,
Bonds deeply
shared in a more perfect world.
Ties that buffer
the madness that now claims my fervent disregard.
But still.
Tired eyes look
anew at beauty long since forgotten
Maybe,
I will simply go
home and find merit in the small things,
Maybe I will greet
the river below
Today… I think,
golden rays will bleed me to another morrow.
Another sorrow.
©2016 Michael J Garland
WEAVER OF WORDS
Where is the
gardener of wondrous stories?
I would know more
of his loves and many past glories.
His body is worn
but spirit is strong.
I would hear of
his tales in exchange for a song.
I call out “Old
man ! where then have you gone”
Only buzzing of
wings on the manicured lawn
The silver comfort
of the fountain is lacking
At once on the
chair the old man sits laughing
“ It seems but an
age since you’ve come to my home.
I fear I must
travel but I’ll not walk alone.
I go with my loves
my friends and family,
And youth has
returned, I’m once more the dandy.
I must ride the
train to a faraway station.
I travel so grand
I’m filled with elation.
But I fear my dear
friend are parting is nigh
I have only
tarried to wish you goodbye
Yet to say goodbye
seems such a sin
Instead I will say
until we meet again.”
I turned for a
moment and my dear friend was gone
Fading away was a
heavenly song.
I cried at his
absence as I stumbled alone
Then spied a star
that flew from his home
I new all at once
he was where he belonged
I shall treasure
my friend his stories and songs.
© 2016 Michael James Garland
A MOMENT DEFINED
I am lost in a
certainty,
A moment when I
know,
Life’s epiphany,
In a single embers
glow,
Enlightenment
affords,
A glance at the
book,
Eden begrudges a
drop from the brook,
When Everest crown
seems not so high,
When the bitter
cold not so cruel
I see your glow in
a radiant sigh,
The colored hues
in dappled eyes,
Where disheartenment
a rumor,
Content in your
arms I would lie.
Thus, then the
solvent of love,
Flows as wine
melding our souls,
And for a passion
in time we are one,
In an instant
divine we are whole.
© Photo and poem 2016 Michael
Garland
ROGUE
Undo the twist so
lost as I scream
Bend the light
with morphine and ephedrine
Catatonic
dissertations take on meaning
Something dark and
demeaning
See my smile
thumbs up I’m screaming
Orate the nonsense
of man
Kick about the
alley the bitter tin can
What I am is what
I am
I’ve nothing more
to offer
The next moves
your coffer
Dig it up in the
down and low
Don’t see me or
I’ll know
Twist my words
like a noose at flight
Run away survive
the night
No bravery just
flight
© 2016 Michael Garland
ABODE
Tick tock the
ancient timepiece, steady as she goes.
Sun rising low
slanted towards Spartan eventualities.
Death a cloying
specter standing sentinel on the other side of realty.
Thin veil of
change, a promised kiss in the dance of life.
Then let us waltz
in caricature of the tangible.
Let us sing in
tones of whispered remembrance
Let us tarry and
wish again for senses taken
Let us feed off
lovers embraced and the despair of the lost
We want
We are here
Can you not hear
us?
Can you not?
© 2016
Michael Garland
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