(Swans - May 7, 2012)
Goodnight, Martha Metre;
the Silence is coming soon.
Face the music-.
Coming through a door;
flying like a feather in a wind;
flashing sky: love is.
Speak the sound the rain makes-.
Emptying a shell into the air;
blowing the clouds about with a sigh;
flashing sea: life is.
Ascending the ladder to Saturn
a beacon's light goes to sleep-;
leaping from its heart
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John M. Marshall is the founder and editor of Epiphany Arts, Cape Fear Poetry Society, and various poetry sites. He has received several writing awards. His poetry has been published in the U.S. (including Swans) and seven other countries. He recently had song lyrics performed at the Irish Embassy in Bulgaria. Marshall lives in Wilmington, North Carolina. (back)