One Poem by Chris Sahar

 

Dead Stars

 

Dead stars populate television sets: their ghosts restored, recirculated

Until celluloid liquifies, pixels scramble, restoration of the restoration fades

Until the imprint becomes something of the British Guiana One-cent Magenta –

A reconstruction of a reconstruction, a stamp of our own dissolution,

Reintegration, and renewal into another person beset by ancient molecules’ accumulated

Histories cleaved to newborns tabla rasa that only confuse and again stumble

Another term on this wobbling hologram called Earth, the universe tinted

A peculiar kaleidoscope restricted by our cones and rods, an inner-verse

Cultured by mores and customs both ephemeral and extraneous,

Our tragedies and celebrations instigated by others’ confused rapprochement

With the same obfuscation, confoundment, and clarity’s tenuous moments

That compose a lived-life that affords space in discarded photo scrapbooks.

Our legacy? An expired term cast to the firmament above, possibly

A star whose transmission unseen in its original form, only

Extrapolated from recycled remnants of ancient giants nestled in nebulae:

Graveyard of life-forces long-spent light years ago, seed for embryos’

Flicker, a stage for chimeras to materialize and respire inspiration anew.

 

 

Chris Sahar is an organist at the historic St. James Church in Elmhurst, Queens and a substitute teacher for the New York City public schools.  He is also a music composer whose works have been performed in the US and Europe as well as a writer of poetry and libretti. He has had his music published by Editions Ferrum Music, and two of his poems, “Rainey Park 2018” and “33”, published in an online poetry journal in 2022.

Mr. Sahar holds a B.A in English literature from Oberlin College and a M.M. in music composition from Queens College/City University of New York. 

Born and raised in New Jersey, Mr. Sahar has made Queens, New York his home since 1994.