January 30, 2015

In the Valley of Cause and Effect by Steve Klepetar

In the valley of cause and effect, particles fly

apart with fierce intensity. Weather
never changes, but rolls and rumbles through
a symphony of clouds and rain. Sky taps
its fingers lightly on barren rocks, on trees
bending to wind’s whispered will, on moss
and grass and fissures carved in angled cliffs.
Cafes remain full, cups and glasses clink
against wrought iron. Chess pieces tumble
off boards of inlaid wood, bishops and knights
and pawns. Unaware, the long day yawns.
Tomorrow barrels on, then red shifts
into yesterday. Years pile onto years as we
gather to watch the parade – blaring bands
and columns of men with their helmets
and swords. They stab our ears with trochaic
drums, sheared notes, heavy tread of many boots
thumping tarmac, scent of blood and powder in the air.

Steve Klepetar’s work received three nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net in 2014.  Recent collections include: Speaking to the Field Mice (Sweatshoppe Publications), Blue Season (with Joseph Lisowski, mgv2>publishing), My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto (Flutter Press) and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein, (Kind of a Hurricane Press).

1 comment:

  1. A very well crafted and lyrically evocative poem. Kudos Steve!