Shadows on Moss: Published Poetry of P. M. Flynn
By P. M. Flynn
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His poetry is a reflection of living life in the country, sometimes in the city, and sometimes experiencing the darkness. The images created by Flynn's words are hauntingly beautiful and often take unexpected turns. You can expect to be deeply touched.
P. M. Flynn
P. M. Flynn is a North Carolina writer. With a BS in English from East Carolina University, he is published in many fine print and online magazines including Helen Literary Magazine, the Fictional Café, Main Street Rag, and the Grassroots Women’s Project. Flynn roasts organic coffee from all over the world for Roanoke Roasting and helps his wife bake cookies for the Paradise Baking Co.
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Shadows on Moss - P. M. Flynn
Shadows on Moss
I remember these woods from a photograph of snow
around a stage; overgrown space that became forest.
Moss shadows cover the pines,
at night, as a cold shiver speaks:
pinesap hardens each winter. Branches chill.
Leaves scatter or blow downwind; sap,
like flesh and blood once captured this band
for a magazine shoot; pages yellowing
before turning brown in a closeted room.
They live in weeks past sleeves of shelved music:
before it snowed all day, on harvest fields
outside, walking over broken branches
fallen on a bowed, mildewed stage,
performance worn in the faded pictures;
old songs and melodies snapping
like frozen ice in a field; songs fading now
as the moon crosses the night sky; shadows
and moss on one side of a tree, in light
that does not meet the snow anymore.
Event Horizons
The top of trees are the horizon:
or, from heights above, forests are a longer line
curving below an edge of sky becoming dawn
or dusk where light divides a day, twice;
heart to spirit and mind to soul—this body.
Man, covered with the fleshy shell of time
and place, like a season’s pecan harvest:
To crack them—a machine chain pulls each nut,
snapping shells one at a time, uncovering the life
inside; pieces breaking and falling into a hopper
with the bruised seeds blending into a bigger pile
under the metal framing of control and foundation
met on the street, in an office or break room;
life to seed, and seed to soil again; words spoken
to hearts or thoughts shared with conscience.
There, naked, seemingly flawed black spots appear
on the new skin, grown under the shell; to harden
into roots, branches drawing water to the small flesh
of smooth wrinkles tied to bare ground, that now die
after falling from the highest branch of its tree.
In the Presence of Dreams
A day’s bright air fades over my shoulder
where I push all distance:
behind clouds that surround two empty chairs, ignoring
an otherwise crowded sky. I close my eyes again.
A glossy road, a dark mirror or a polished river reflects
the bright glare; light for or against a water’s course,
and only at dusk when days no longer move.
For now, I follow the white lines to town:
most travelers arrive first, drafting winds from lighted streets
to darkness scattering burnt ashes on what doesn’t sell
and is cast aside.
Here, in my car, I ride with any moment remembered
from inside rooms of flesh and blood, or the white static
of TV screens, the soft midnight of lace bathing any room
with more attention than is necessary.
Setting aside peripheral houselights, I pass billboards and
returning traffic, their drumming music pounding