TWO-SIDED MORNING


1.

genesis is a prize

more valuable

than its defense


execution taking its dose

beyond consequence


secret: being pulled like rations

from a pillar of seeds

and crusts


leaving unleashed recipients

furious in the known dust


2.

trumpets in disguise, roosters wise as owls

tortured apologies and broken vowels


makeshift corpses thrown together

made of looks and epithets and never never


one more beginning worth winning again

a prelude to telling a way till the end


a curtain, a certainty, a saturday, a gun

evoke your timeless flutter then be done



Previously published in Jones Ave.

© Peter Schwartz

SWANS PARTNER FOR LIFE


Your song comes on clouds

calling your lost mate,


my love, my love, all is dull

in this vivid sun.


Day falls like a lamp, casts

mosaic shadows through


trumpet vines.  So grand

and bright, in your red music,


anguish.  Wind arrests voice.

I hum with you.



© Lisa L. Siedlarz