February 23, 2015

Two Poems by Richard Schnap

Heart of the Night

I hear the cry of a distant train
And think of how life rides a one-way track

Carrying us through a brief landscape
We are given to rent but never to own

Where some spirit places us under a spell
So that we may dance as our days permit

And fall into dreams to let us believe
That the highways we travel lead us to no end

But then we descend to a subterranean realm
As we enter a tunnel swallowed in shadow

To emerge in a place and time unforeseen
We know only from rumors graven in sand





Narcissist

She sat in her studio
Sketching a self-portrait
Depicting herself as a queen

With a crown full of jewels
And a long red robe
With an ermine collar

She pinned it to the wall
Among hundreds of others
She had drawn over the years

Next to one portraying
Herself as a homeless beggar
On a dark city street

And then she wondered
That if she had to choose
Which one would show the truth

Deciding it would be
The one of a little girl
Trapped with herself in a mirror





Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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