By Anne Mikusinski
The Concert
At first, there’s Silence. Then Loops and whorls of sound Fill up the room Rising and falling Feeding on all emotion and Anticipation Of the waiting crowd A flash and flood of light Reveal The players, at their places Settled into Tonight’s temporary home And for a while No outside world exists Just words And music And connection A fleeting smile A brush of fingertips Or brief clasp of hands There’s a middle, then an end A mournful keyboard fades Into a last goodbye A quick embrace exchanged And then Silence.
Night Lights
1.
I watch you reaching For the elusive And intangible Something That fuels your work And ignites your passion And envy How you Capture it briefly Then let it go To light sparks Elsewhere..
2.
I am attracted By your solace And enamoured with The passionate disarray of Your presence Alone Even in a crowded room Where you commune in private With your demons. Draw the curtain Hold me close And I will show you mine..
Chapter Two
In my next life I will be Braver But more Careful To cover my Sleeve worn heart With an extra layer Of camouflage. In my next life I will be Quiet In the face of onslaughts Temperate With words and More Mindful of my actions. In my next life I will be more Practical Less prone to Dreams Less willing to Follow A path of Promises With no set destination.
The Muse’s Foil
Sometimes I bite Drawing blood A not so gentle nudge As a reminder that I Live In a way that only He can understand Giving an acknowledgement To This undefined And quiet Partnership Inanimate yet amorous Creating A maelstrom Of art and noise As we move together He pushes me away Then raises me up As sacrifice and tribute An offering for the pulsing crowd Then draws me back To hold me close Continuing our private conversation On mutual ownership And occasional bliss.
Anne Mikusinski has always been in love with words, whether they have been read or spoken aloud. She has been writing poems and short stories since she was seven years old. Her influences range from Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath to David Byrne and Nick Cave. She hopes that someday, her writing will be as much of an influence on someone as these writers have been on her.

I love how emotionally touching these are. Well done! 🙂
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