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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2017



by Michael Keshigian



Upon a summer’s eve when the lawn

was not yet drenched with dew

and still radiant from the day’s warmth,

when the tips of white pines

rose skyward like long fingers

to tickle the underside of stars

as the evening air vibrated

to a cricket ostinato,

he laid atop the grass,

arms and legs extended,

and marveled at the infinite distance

above him with its clustered collection

of variously illuminated rocks and stones,

wondering what will become of him

once his time in this dimension ended,

where he might find himself,

what form he might take, and in fact,

would he be aware to bear witness.

His thoughts transcended

and for an instant he became one

with the mass about him

and believed he heard

his name whispered in the harmony about,

a single concordant breath, faint and distant,

like a dried autumn leaf

brushed by a wandering snowflake

as though it belonged,

not to him or his parents

who endowed it upon him,

nor to this place on earth,

but to the vast emptiness

and unanswered question

from which we all appeared,

to which we shall all return.



Michael Keshigian’s published poetry collections include: Beyond, Dark Edges, Eagle’s Perch, Wildflowers, Jazz Face, Warm Summer Memories, Silent Poems, Seeking Solace, Dwindling Knight, and Translucent View. He is a 6-time Pushcart Prize and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. (michaelkeshigian.com)

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017