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Two More Poems by Steven M. Sloan

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Enigma A flash of lightning In the darkest night May seem like nothing More than vivid light, For this frequent sight To some may seem trite; But over water Such flashes of light Fill me with ardor To free fancy’s might In symbolic flight — The better to spite Those narrow of mind, Whose thoughts are too tight And heavily rimed To be recondite At the common sight Of black lakes and light. To me, a white flash Reveals the … Read on…

Two Poems by Steven M. Sloan

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Sour To My Taste When lingering over my past’s cup Of deep draughts to partake, The quaffing of old sorrows Brought changes with self-hate. But, “what ifs” and “might have beens,” Life’s pities and mistakes, Are for some a pleasant world To view and contemplate. Such believe there’s no free-will: Man as tool of fate – A conceit designed to quell their souls’ Anguish and heartache. Hence, “what ifs” and “might have beens,” The pities and mistakes, Become for them … Read on…