Tuesday, 5 May 2015

1 Poem by Michael Spring

goat rock

I stood
as a rocky ledge
overlooking
the canyon

fallen into
a waking dream
I communed

with the embodiment
of a distant
storm

*

a goat beside me
lifted
its head
as if to bleat

but it wasn’t
a goat
it was an outcrop
of rock –

rock
like boiling water –
an argument

against contentment


Bionote

Michael Spring is the author of three poetry collections and five chapbooks. His latest book, Root of Lightning, was awarded an honorable mention for the 2012 Eric Hoffer Book Award. His latest chapbook, Blue Wolf, won the 2013 Turtle Island Poetry Award. His poems have appeared in numerous publications, including Atlanta Review, Blue Lyra, Flyway, Gargoyle, The Midwest Quarterly, NEO, Spillway, and West Wind Review. Michael lives in O’Brien, Oregon. He is a natural builder, martial art instructor, and a poetry editor for The Pedestal Magazine.



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