Thursday, August 15, 2013

A Poem by Richard Schnap


We are not born fully formed
But in stages, our first school day
A book beginning, our first kiss,
A flower opening, our first job,
A road unraveling, till the face
Of the world is fully revealed
In all its splendor and with
All its sorrows

And so it is with death,
A slow letting go, our withered
Bodies, candles dimming, our friends
Leaving, songs ending, landscapes
Changing, seasons shortening,
Until we hear strange languages,
The dawn of new dramas we will
Play no part in

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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