June 7, 2013

Glass by Martin Willitts Jr.

1.        

People were removing glass from their eyes.
They looked to the side,
like through broken wings.
There were no waves on the curve of light.

2.

If we opened windows of memory,
we would notice they were nailed shut. 

We could put our hands, delicately, through empty panes.



Martin Willitts Jr is a retired MLS Senior Librarian living in Syracuse, New York.His forthcoming poetry books include “Waiting For The Day To Open Its Wings” (UNBOUND Content), “Art Is the Impression of an Artist” (Edgar and Lenore's Publishing House), “City Of Tents” (Crisis Chronicles Press), "Swimming In the Ladle of Stars" (Kattywompus Press), and he is the winner of the inaugural Wild Earth Poetry Contest for his full length collection “Searching For What Is Not There” (Hiraeth Press).


2 comments:

  1. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hey there, Martin~
    Just a quick note to let you know how much I have enjoyed your poems.
    Someday, I hope I will get the chance to meet you. You are a crow's distance from my home. I live outside of Rochester NY.

    M.J.

    ReplyDelete