Tagged: michael konik poem

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...

Poem: The Loneliness of the Orchid

When you walk into a room, the dining room let’s say for the sake of useful metaphor, her solitude is silent, screaming mutely and crying in the quiet. The loneliness of the orchid. The stillness of the table. The gentle droop, a swan’s neck, a dancer’s bow to the enveloping sound of love. Cursed with...

Poem: Target

To not be the object of scorn, Ensuring that like the wren flitting from branch to bush one never stays still enough To be hit squarely Where it hurts forever. That, of all things, is the vaunted ideal Professed in halls of academia and glossy sheaves of luridly illustrated imagery. Experience tells us so. But...

Poem: The Unsaid Part

The luxury hotel is dreadful. Of course. Between sips of crisp white wine and sideways glances at the predator who tonight might consume or adopt, the mind dashes madly to that certain thing that always Gets a laugh. Do not show weakness. Do not need anything or anyone — and they will need you and...

Poem: Measuring

A cup of solace, blended nicely with a pint of remorse  Stirred together with a whisk made of weathered telephone poles Like the ones we saw as children, driving across the Great Plains In the back of a too-small car — never wondering if we were there yet because the counting and the waiting and...

Poem: The Activist

Reserved for the privileged. Frustrated. Grass roots effort. Personal journey. Workshop. Access to resources. Conscious eating. Nurturing your nature. Community-based. Dialogue. Facilitating. I’m passionate about… This society. Holistic. Our own truth. Left behind. (You know, you know.) Access to information. Access. Healthy joyful life that radiates. Support our local Farmers. Businesses. Reframing. Impact. Wellness. Low...

Poem: Marine Layer

To the residents of far away precincts, in states where a vote for staunch defenders of the Holy Cross means one extra ticket to the carnival of Heaven, the shroud of velvet mist represents a shroud, like the one in Turin. Fog equals ennui. The sun-baked, though, see the cloud on the ground as a welcome...

Poem: To Breathe

Only when the thoughtless labor of taking and letting out becomes something Thought about Do we understand — appreciate being too profound for our speed-addled minds — the essential vitality of Drawing breath.   Filling ourselves with life. Expelling that which only trees and plants find useful. When breathing quickens we know the chase is...

Poem: What’s Left Unsaid

I don’t think I’m good enough. I do think you’ll leave me. You’re not what I fantasized about when I pleasured myself all those lonely years. You’re the best I can do. We won’t ever be on the cover of a glossy magazine dedicated to the beautiful (and interesting). We will learn to be content...

Poem: The Crash

Startled by an interloper, something bigger than they, a moving shadow that connotes death, Or what is understood to be the end, The little ones flutter away, dashing hysterically for cover, like a child seeking solace Beneath his blanket. All but one are safe. The unlucky fellow crashes head-first into an invisible pane of glass,...