Friday, May 18, 2007

"Dark Places"

Black swan in dark waters
You were once my muse
Settled in while the ripples
Play about you in delight
Once you caused my heart to beat
Until your vanity appeared
Causing you to become silent
Ostentation became conspicuous
The distances of the chasm
Represented interruption of continuity
Therefore I had no choice
Leaving you in your solitude
True affection became an infraction
Much like a rift in broken trust
An impending apparition of true self
In its ominous presence
Having great extent from one side to the other
Stands thickly in the way
The bidding of farewells is not by choice
Self preservation and tiredness
In the tearing down of walls
Keeps the other swans far from me
I can feel their hearts beating for me
Their cygnets want to sit in the palm of my hand
Therefore I will observe you from a distance
Devotion of our fond memory still survives
You know the place where it resides

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Triplet Gang"

Side by side they roam the planks
Wharf whiffling for a free meal
The dive bombers
Have had a hard day at sea
Looking for a fish they can steal
It's their famous staring game
They know how to play it well
Six beady eyes staring you down
Only a meal will quell
They are the pelican kings
Birds clear the way when they arrive
Like statues they remain in their place
Barely looking alive
The whifflers shake their mean beaks
Acting like beatnicks without fear
You will end up feeding them eventually
So they will leave the pier
Night fishing is the only way
To avoid their glaring eyes
Early in the morn they are there once again
For they are old and wise
Gentle pelicans of the sea

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved