March 10, 2016

Synergist by Michael Keshigian

All day 
I’ve listened to the song
of a single cardinal 
ripple stillness
just outside my office window.  
An opera in red tux
his throat is a spring
stretching an aria 
through the cluttered house
of sound, awakening memories
of events since past.
The timbre enlivens my heart.
I can almost touch 
what once was 
as it floats between 
song and wind.  An inflection 
so crisp, that I’m convinced
the cardinal sings for more
than to merely texture 
the commotion.  His tune
incites another gift.
He performs daily,
tireless and without hoarseness,
to make sad hearts flutter.

Michael Keshigian, from New Hampshire, is a musician, writer, runner  published in numerous national and international journals most recently including Red River Review, Blue Pepper, and Tipton Poetry Journal, appearing as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely lovely and reminds me how much I enjoy bird song.