Michael Bruce Foster
Michael Bruce Foster was born and raised in California. His poems have been published in the City College of San Francisco Literary Magazine, Aurora, MO: Writings from the River, Rapid City Journal, and Mobius, the Poetry Magazine.
He gets his inspiration from his family, nature, and other things that are happening around him.
Godfrey,
More poems for you to consider.
Burnt Roses
Burnt roses,
Beauty caught in fire,
Bouquet with blistered thorns,
Blackened stems,
Lie on scorched carpet.
The vase shattered by heat,
Their throats filled with smoke.
Firemen, finding no children,
Gather them up gently.
Death was here.
Too Great a Loss
There are tunnels in our hearts tonight,
Peace has been shattered, the bodies
Of our children, lie scattered on the road.
There are bunkers in our minds tonight,
But they can’t protect us from the bombs
Of screams, threatening to blow out our eyes.
The stunned skeletons of our tears covered
In white linen, to be buried frozen.
There is an emptiness so gapping, like a Black
Hole, nothing can live in this madness.
We dig ditches and bury ourselves. This
Final pain eats through every shroud.
Embalmed in grief we go to a place only
God can find if he will remember.
Extraction
Four wisdom teeth, lay out on white linen,
Like bodies after the firing squad,
Tossed into a plastic bag grave, forgotten,
Except for the relative who knows they are gone.
Ballet in Flame
A silver moth
Burns to death,
Ballet in flame.
Temptation
Fascination
Sharp shadows
Of the consequence.
There Was a Fly
There was a fly
That caught my eye
Under a bush or two.
It wasn’t his wings
But other things
His scarf and his shoes.
Red fedora
To wear tomorrow
When flying over stew.
I watched him stand
In Neverland
His eyes so baby blue.
Mischief
Frozen, risen sun
Slowly melts its prisms
From within.
Winter grins,
Through cold criticisms,
Its frosted laugh fun.
Hope you like these. Thank you for your consideration.
Michael Bruce Foster
