Dear Reader,
In the spirit of the season, I wanted to send you an extra poem to read this week. Poetry is meant to be shared and after finishing this short poem I felt that it was worth sharing with you, especially during a time of year when many are overlooked and ignored. As always thank you for putting up with my ramblings and supporting my work.
Also, if you’re looking for a Christmas gift to give, why not give the gift of poetry? You can purchase my new collection, Skipping Stones, wherever books are sold, it makes a great gift for the would-be poetry reader who is looking for depth but doesn’t want to feel lost in a poetic mire of unintelligible verse.
*(If you enjoyed Skipping Stones, please leave a review, that’s all I want for Christmas!)
Enjoy!
-Ryan
SAINT MICHAEL
Manic and mangy-eyed,
Shuffling along the sidewalk
Like a crab skimming the tide,
Michael mutters
Something about justice,
His cruel fate,
And the blind eyes
Who ignore
His tattered overcoat—
His gaunt cheeks
Rising like peeks
To frame his sunken sighs.
He finds himself
Missing the stares,
Their curious looks
Of pity,
The obvious disdain,
The wide-eyed disgust.
At least then he was seen,
Known, and acknowledged.
But now the neighbors
Duck their heads,
Refusing even to stare,
Forgetting that behind
Those tired eyes
Waits an angel unaware.