Two Poems by Lance Sheridan and Barbara Sutton

winter flight

winter flight of the cold, of geese,

unfolds the frost, snow has no
forgiveness

the depth of the freezing temperatures

is in the reflected pond, the geese cannot
land

snow laden wings tire the unforgiving snow

below waiting to entomb the silhouettes of
autumn

the breath of the wind on the bough of the tree,

melancholy are sounds of warmer days
remembered

timelessness of the hills where inhabitants existed,

they feel the loneliness, the grip of frost, forgotten
footsteps

the sunset opens the window to the night, flurries

begin to fall like brittle glass, moonlight guides their
way

to dream of summers past

soaring, endless into
freedom.

sanctuary

wooded silence.

then,

chain saw cracks bark, cracks the spine;

trees measured out with yardsticks; after,

lay fallen like dead cotton on a homeless

man.

water fails to creep,

fails like a high school
dropout,

both, now unemployed

in a dead−end
job;

penetrating preachers arrive to give last rights

with pageless bibles,

more an exorcism…

boss man stands smoking cheap cigar,

tosses it, slow motion,
lands−smoke and fire

creep,

forest floor heats up

similar to a wood stove;

firefighters paid off

like street hookers…

wooded noise.

now.

heard,

“light touches the dead wood of

my soul and brings forth the
tender growth of hope.”

peace.

 

 

 

Lance Sheridan—Published writer—Bits and Pieces to Ponder/Self-Help/2002 .  Published poet—Poet Interview on November 8, 2012 by a Salisbury University Journalism Major/Salisbury, MD; poem 'Night into Day/Goodnight Till the Morning Sun'/11-12/napalmandnovocain.blogspot; poem 'Night into Day/Goodnight Till the Morning Sun' has been accepted for inclusion in the 2012 Best of Anthology, Storm Cycle.  blog—deadheadingpoet.wordpress.com; has received over 75,000 views since June 2012. One poet on my work, "Whoa … ur writing is incredible." April Pardocchi.

Barbara Sutton—Yet unpublished, she writes with great depth, emotion and feeling. Her imagery is exceptional. She has a style which I like to call, "a stimulating vibration"—one is greatly awakened by her words. Working with her helps me to articulate the necessity for change, to push the boundaries of conformity, to delve into a new poetic existence. You write more on instinct and inspiration, and you deliver that to the reader.