Tuesday 5 May 2015

3 Poems by Richard Schnap


The sky is a blurred canvas
Like a painting left out in the rain

By an artist with a clear vision
Who then lost his inspiration

Many things go like this
Romances as glorious as roses

That over time wither into
A pile of dead petals collecting dust

But sometimes things work out
Despite the fates conspiring against them

A child born into poverty
Becoming famous for his philanthropy

And the sky with the grey pallor
May tomorrow regain its clarity

As the artist who considered it a failure
Remembers what he thought was gone


What is a star
If it has no worlds
For it to illuminate

Like an old widow
Who still sleeps facing
An empty space

Or a name that’s carved
In the sand of a shore
Erased by the tide

While a bird’s song
Is drowned by the roar
Of an overpowering wind

For we have no control
Over whatever fate
Will decide our fortune

All we can do
Is leave a clear trail
Hoping someone will find it


I don’t remember
Her name but I
Remember her face

A stained glass angel
Rescued from the wreckage
Of an abandoned church

Whose touch was tenuous
As if from a burn
That never quite healed

That permeated her heart
So that her answer to love
Was neither yes nor no

So as the candles waned
And her eyelids closed
Like a curtain coming down

I let her sleep
As I kissed her goodbye
And silently left


Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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