outside
fireworks
pop and bang
but my window
faces the wrong
direction
I open it
listen
wonder
who chose
this moment
from all others
in our elliptical orbit
to be
the beginning
~ Angela Kublik
Angela Kublik is an Edmonton based writer whose poetry has appeared in Legacy, Freefall, and The Prairie Journal of Canadian Literature, as well as online at DailyHaiku.Org. She is the editor of blue skies poetry […]
Heaped like cornflakes, aspen leaves
in bowls along the path beside the Bow
that slurs its consonants over riverbed rock.
The poplars are the yellow of poplars
in October in Alberta
as she remembers them. The sky
a blue that belongs here, only here,
but gets carried off in the veins
of those who love this province.
She’s off to see […]
my reflection
a devout phantom
in the picture window.
snow falls like
angels sadly discarding
their wings,
crumbling into
perfect flakes.
choral music
spins on the stereo
lifts to this cathedral ceiling,
rises under my skirt
pulls at my heart.
voices, purer than nuns
sing of Saints, of Christ.
all my mountains
disappear into the storm
as candles burn,
beautiful and consequential,
and melt into rubble
too much like original sin.
Deliver me from Temptation.
Forgive us […]
I’m leaving a bit wound up
kinda groggy from Cowboys
cheering and hooting. Here, there
is always something big brewing
close on the heels of something
even bigger. Seems everyone
is on the home stretch, hand over
fist to riches or fame, a living
national treasure, just like the movies.
Strenuous hours afford the still
impressive illusion of the good
life: Angus beef on the […]
Soon strangers will
Only know you,
Will only
Learn of you,
Via stone tablet,
Carefully carved
With name, dates,
And plethora of
Various other terms,
Which summarise,
Failing to cup
The all you were.
The deserved novel,
Too much of
A chipped labour,
The walls of
Your once home,
Wouldn’t even suffice.
The grass around,
Will grow
And be tamed,
Flowers will wilt,
And be replaced
By fresher notions.
Life must continue
As it must,
Certain clocks cannot
Be wound back.
~ Enzo […]
