Poetry By Michael R Burch
WITH MY DAUGHTER, BY A WATERFALL
By a fountain that slowly shed
its rainbows of water, I led
my wond’ring-eyed daughter.
And the rhythm of the waves
that casually lazed
made her sleepy as I rocked her.
By that fountain I finally felt
fulfilment of which I had dreamt
feeling sublime breezes pelt
petals upon me.
And I held her close in the crook of my arm
as she slept, breathing harmony.
By a river that brazenly rolled,
my daughter and I strolled
toward the setting sun,
and the cadence of the cold,
chattering waters that flowed
reminded us both of an ancient song,
so we sang it together as we walked along
—unsure of the words, but sure of our love—
as the waterfall sighed and the sun died above.
HAVE I BEEN TOO LONG AT THE FAIR?
Have I been too long at the fair?
The summer has faded,
the leaves have turned brown,
the ferris wheel teeters,
not up, yet not down . . .
Have I been too long at the fair?
GONE
Tonight, it is dark
and the stars do not shine.
A man who is gone
was a good friend of mine.
We were friends.
And the sky was the strangest shade of orange on gold
when I awoke to find him gone ...
Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into fourteen languages, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers.
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