Poet Featured in MAMF Anthology has published two poetry booksPosted: December 22, 2016 | |
Friday the thirteenth,
lucky or not, I wonder,
climbing aboard my Pegasus,
thinking if others are aware
We’ve spent our year,
some a few months longer.
a year shaking shaping my world,
Tet — no need to say more;
A year when “slain civil rights leader”
enters the permanent vocabulary;
A year when a devil in the City of Angels
murders another heroic brother;
now remembered names emblazon
streets and schools and stadiums
they will never see.
A year when a tormented president whose
massive right hand once grasped mine
tells his divided nation,
“I shall not seek and I will not accept
The nomination…for another term….”
I return to nowhere, to nowhere, to no one,
better than somewhere, someone?
I belong only to me.
Friday the thirteenth,
keep the runway clear of craters,
free from random rockets’ havoc,
quietly, slowly push back,
navigate the labyrinth of concrete aisles,
wheeling to start position.
engines at max thrust, rpms climbing,
brakes released, we hurtle ahead,
five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds.
“Hail Mary, full of grace….”
angling toward the blue blackness,
aloft in dank air of late summer.
In a minute, an unseen voice,
“Ladies and gentlemen,
We have left airspace
Of South Vietnam.”
A tsunami of cheers washes
Home, my man, back to the world.”
Guam, Hawaii, finally California.
“The land of round eyes.”
Friday the thirteenth — lucky day.
“Baruch ator Adonai, eloheinu, meluch ha’lom, hatou
Blessed are you Ha Shem, our God, King of the Iniverse,
The Good and Doer of Good”
If using musical terms, Moments of Time by Mark Fleisher ranges through several octaves and timbres, and up and down the scale to define his inspirations and poetic voice. His observations range from uncomplicated subjects to romantic love to thoughts both personal and universal about war and conflict. Along the continuum are poems reflecting his sense of humor, often frivolous and whimsical. Moments of Time contacts the senses and stokes the emotions, but also entertains, encourages laughter, and revives nostalgic memories. Writing in an approachable and accessible manner, Fleisher remembers his youth in the 1950s and 1960s of New York City, the horrific inhumanity of Vietnam and a major personal loss to finally find new life in an unfamiliar place across the continent.
If someone should like a signed copy of either book, they can reach Mark at 505-345-0962 and/or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Intersections: Poems from the Crossroads brings together the people, places, events and even occasional dream that informed Mark Fleisher’s second publication of poetry. Fleisher is at heart a narrative poet, leaning on his journalistic background to impart clear and powerful messages as he hammers home the futility, frustration, and hopelessness of war, especially the conflict in Vietnam where he served as an Air Force combat news reporter. Readers will also enjoy the lyrical, image-filled style in the tender and sometimes wistful poems dealing with family and relationships. And although the poems in Intersections deal mostly with serious subjects, Fleisher keeps us off guard by successfully intertwining a handful of humorous works in a pleasing wry and whimsical style.