Sunday 23 October 2022

Two Poems by Mark A. Fisher

 



rain shadow

 

where the Sierra Nevada squeeze air dry

the Pacific winds climb up forested hills

as the mountains reach up to the sky 

 

past the old Gold Rush sawmills

and the remaining giant sequoias stands

the Pacific winds climb up forested hills

 

high elevation makes its many demands

upon those that chose living on the granite

and the remaining giant sequoias stands

 

dealing now with the changing planet

the Mojave climbs the eastern slopes

upon those that chose living on the granite

 

the dying of pines junipers and ancient oaks

forgetting dreams that once were ours

the Mojave climbs the eastern slopes

 

desert sands and wildfire scars

where the Sierra Nevada squeeze air dry

forgetting dreams that once were ours

as the mountains reach up to the sky 

 


hike

 

I have wandered in forests green

invisible in a noisy sunrise

a new world only my eyes have seen

beneath all these empty skies

 

invisible in a noisy sunrise

birdsong echoes in the trees

beneath all these empty skies

bright coloured oh my eyes they tease

 

birdsong echoes in the trees

yet they do not will not sing for me

bright coloured oh my eyes they tease

their displays aren’t for me to see

 

yet they do not will not sing for me

it is mere enchantment that I can

their displays aren’t for me to see

I do not figure in to their plan

 

it is mere enchantment that I can

touch a new world my eyes have seen

I do not figure in to their plan

as I have wandered in forests green

 

Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA. His poetry has appeared in: Reliquiae, Silver Blade, Young Ravens Literary Review, and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His poem “there are fossils” (originally published in Silver Blade) came in second in the 2020 Dwarf Stars Speculative Poetry Competition. His plays have appeared on California stages in Pine Mountain Club, Tehachapi, Bakersfield, and Hayward. He has also won cooking ribbons at the Kern County Fair.

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