WINTER MOON
by
Michael
Keshigian
Lonely wanderer
casts vague frosty
glances
through the window
of my room
and enlivens
pristine icicles
weighing on trees
and wires
to reflect an
indifferent
detached smile
which glows amid
the black cloudless sky.
If I were to
darken my attire
and wear an ashen
shirt
which resembles
your face
could I follow
your icy path
and meander beyond
the confines of being?
Between the
wormholes
and black tunnels
of question?
Become more wise
than foolish?
Then vanish from
sight
with realization
at daylight’s
peek?
Michael Keshigian is the author of 14
poetry collections and has
recently been published in the Comstock Review, Young Ravens Literary
Review, Studio One, Smoky Quartz, and Jerry Jazz Musician.
He has been nominated seven times for the Pushcart Prize and three times for
Best of The Net.