Michael Angelo, Author at Michael Angelo Poetry

Sun Cycles

Another rejection.

By the window in a coffee shop.

Many poems don’t get published, I know.

The setting sun is shining through the window—

golden hour.

It’s okay.
I’ll keep writing.

Praiseworthy is the raven
perched atop the tower.

It stands alone, away from a life
that runs as smoothly as a river.

The raven could dive and avoid
the icy gales that pull at its feathers, but

the raven chooses otherwise.

It never forgets what it means
to stand proud.

The raven is no crow;
it does not roost in company.

It never succumbs to even waters,
never has its color washed away.

The raven is no dove.
It is truth.

Try to find
the god in the stone,
and the stone will disappoint
when it crumbles.

Try to forget
the god in the stone,
and it is oneself
that will crumble and disappoint.

The stone is the stone,
the god is the god,
and Man is the mist in the air;

he overreaches and freezes—

falls
and melts in the warmth.

Sprawled on a grassy field

The world turns despite my stillness

Clouds drift across these eyes

A flock of birds

gathers, then fractures

Patterns in the sky

The heart is never frozen

Change comes like

bird droppings—

One can only laugh in life.