Moments of near serenity cross the face from
Time to time, fleeting, ghostly, insubstantial.
Otherwise a simple empty blank, an erasure
Of emotion, awareness, the stillness of absence
The way some poets take the words of others, strike
out certain ones leaving a few to claim as their own.
Deep in a molten part of the white marble, beneath
Immobile stone, emotions roil and turn on their host.
Suppressed rage and fear, hide behind the stone folds
Of a veil carved of multiple psychotropic medications.
Scaffolding of sanity over a skeleton of self-destruction,
Desire to which one must never admit, but always feel,
Trundling beneath closed eyelids, the last layer of veil
Separating self from world, earth, the hearts of others.
M.J. (Michael Joseph) Arcangelini was born 1952 in western Pennsylvania. He has resided in northern California since 1979. His work has been published in many magazines, online journals, over a dozen anthologies, & six collections, the most recent of which is Pawning My Sins from Luchador Press, 2022. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2018.
The Ekphrastic Review
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