Poems
by Fabrice B. Poussin
Forgotten Shadow
He smiled, stuttered
and he stood there
in the middle of the road
making phrases of steel
to some kind of oblivion
Boy of many decades
and thoughts of a child
dreams of rest
in a life without beginning
an existence with no end
He seemed to stare into a future
glaring onto a wall
no one else could see
his eyes shining with a joy
only he could understand
An old friend undeclared
separated by generations
but he shared a taste for seconds of courses
simple as his desires were
at a dinner made for others.
Toy of a father deprived of heart
he slaved to earn a bed
to die alone with his kin
drowned in welcomed senility
forgotten shadow of my younger days.
Gusts
I often wonder whence the power comes
giant hands caressing the limbs of my oaks
embraces to threaten their centuries.
It was but a moment when all was quiet
shadows spread across the realm
deep with the balm of a new summer.
Where was this hurricane born
to what distances must I travel
and understand those origins?
Now all is calm at last and the storm has passed
I remain surrounded by the icy chill of a cloud
in awe at the power that again eluded my quest.
Night Crawlers
2:13 in the damp darkness
creatures pursue their march
exploratory in dense futility.
Flashes of a dim light through thin crevices
bodies at rest with remains of a late delivery
taken by the wanderings of absurd walking dead.
On the other side of the still hour
voices clamor inanities imbibed with high spirits
while a colossal canine responds in likely syllables.
Presents for unspoken celebrations journey
upon the century old steel wheels to little hearts
whistling their ominous cry through the suburbs.
Now fireworks in the depths of a vacant lot
children hide as fathers fall for a broken dream
footnotes in the headlines for troubled times.
2:14 as the dew begins to rise
forecast to another dominical bliss
when all that was intimately his recedes to the abysses of the world.
The little life I saw
Its easy to miss the important details
while speeding through endless days
as little lives saunter without a worry.
Time does its thing when darkness again settles.
to make way for a new light on all mysteries
so many tiny tragedies invisible to man.
This day again I ventured on a familiar road
one traveled by shadows blind to the land
perhaps I alone cried upon the little life I saw.
Frozen into eternity for a fortnight
it lay on the concrete floor
silent as if it had never been.
I know I may encounter it again this eve
devoid of its gentle dreams
erased by the hands of the hurried monsters.
I find solace in the meek thought
that it once brought great joy to the oaks
and I smile for I may love it although I never knew it.
Watching her Become
At the end of the road of ecstasy
within the fibers of a fiery milky way
a gentle star ventured into the darkness.
Deep into the cavernous entrails
safe as it swam to a nurturing anchor
its energy growing on the wave of a secret ocean.
Listening to the soft beat of a brand-new soul
alert to minute moves at unfathomable distances
she is poised to witness the becoming.
Timid dot of light in this stranger world
guided by laws carved long before time began
it continues its course to larger horizons.
Home to this eruption of infinite miracles
the flesh warms to a burn robbed of her blood
as the completion of a dream comes close.
Resting in arms wide as the first creation
she smiles at the vision hidden all around
a coy little girls first giggle in the making.
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