Michael Keshigian

Eventually
 
Staring from the moon
in a dream
I saw people of Earth
meander aimlessly
 
from minute cavities,
following burrows
to dutiful destination
and back again.
 
Some moved faster
others carried more
and few were prostrate to fantasy.
Yet above each hill
 
hovered ghosts of intentions
not resting, but preparing
markers with singular openings
where well-meaning will be placed.



Diminution
 
On a tree
by a city street
upon an invisible bough
 
I perch
in a dream
unseen
 
over people
hovering about
an empty hole
 
obstructed by a box
with contents
of what use to be me.
 
Some are sobbing
most somber
and few hide
 
a reluctant obligatory glint.
All watch
the hyphen
 
between random dates
engraved upon
a slab
 
transform my toil
to a trophy abbreviation
for living.



Wind Chimes
 
Though no wind passes,
a harmonious ringing
resonates,
breaking silence.
 
Dangling lines
of pewter angels
fly in circular motion,
playing harps
 
And kissing softly
to disrupt
the day’s stoic countenance
with celestial sounds
 
Kindled by the breaths
of wandering spirits,
stopping by
to whisper hello.
 

Michael Keshigian has recently been published in the Comstock Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Smokey Quartz Journal, Panoply, and Jerry Jazz Musician. His latest collections, What To Do With Intangibles, Into The Light, Dark Edges, are available through Amazon. He has been nominated 7 times for a Pushcart Prize and 3 times for Best Of The Net.