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
ROSES AND THORNS
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
BURIED WOUND
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
Bionote
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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