The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 –2178

 

Volume-3                                                      June -2013                                              Number-1

 

 

ON THE DEATH OF A POET FRIEND

by A. D. Winans

 

The shrill cry of Lorca

Rings out in the night
Jazz notes loud as thunder

Burst the eardrums

Llike artillery fire

The four walls closing in

Like a police dragnet

 

Only the flesh dies

The memories remain

Poets are like butterflies

Spreading their wings

Reshaping the stars

The universe

Cosmic matter waiting

To be reborn

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POEM FOR MY MOTHER

 

by A. D. Winans

 

My mother's eyes stare at me

Like a wounded doe

Looking into a rifle scope

The months grow antlers

The year’s fangs

Time a barbed-wire fence

Tears at my heart

Her smile fading

Like watercolors off

A worn canvass

 

The shadow of my ancestors

Stalks my dreams

Like an aging warrior

Tracking game

My mother's eyes smoldering
          Like hot ashes

In a Hiroshima graveyard

 

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