POINT OF VIEW

As the sun rides low on the horizon,

Cold air migrates from north to south,

Shadows have sharp lines, and

Light reflects unusual wavelengths,

As a singer might voice high and low notes.

Crest to crest each vibrant color code

Translates into a clear point of view

As illusive as the size of the sun or moon

Set upon a line between earth and sky

After summer’s humid, overexposed light.

Framed, corrected view placed over a haze;

Lucid distinctions and definitions override

Uncertainty and shadows more mysterious

Than the darkest nights or rooms;

Crystal clear creates apparitions of light.

Persistent haunts that cling to the mind

Even with glasses removed and eyes closed

Rims are still visible on the back of the eyelid

Darkness is framed. 

©cmheuer, 2015

OPEN CARRY

For every call to arms may there be a call to books

For every loaded gun may there be a book of knowledge

For every raised gun may there be a book opened

For every shot fired may there be a page turned

For every life lost may there be a story saved.

Only then can someone’s call to arms be silenced

Loaded bullets ejected

Raised guns lowered

Shots unfired

Lives saved to write their own stories.

Only then can school doors open

Form words into ideas

Create libraries out of thoughts

Replace weapons with works of art--

Only then can minds grow. 

(To each and every one a call to open carry a book.)

© cmheuer, 2015