Biography of Bruce Schwab
writes a few poems for fun and entertainment.
Bruce Schwab Poems
I Kissed You In A Dream
I kissed you in a dream last night. The world stopped turning as our lips lingered, the universe held in my arms burning. Through closed eyes a sky full of stars
My Little Scherzo N. Short Work, Often...
I love you, sotto voce, she whispers my name. I whisper, tremolo, I love you the same. Having not heard this concerto for too many years The depth of the music has brought me to tears.
Do You Suppose A Tree Can Cry?
For many years I've watched it grow, though years have flown the tree's grown slow. And year by year events unfold, and ring by ring a story's told.
Tonight my ship rides the mighty swell of life, The storm so great the sails furled away and safe. The spray and splash sting my hardened face. Scarce I should care, the course I guide my own,
Do They Know?
Do They Know? Do they know? With gentle sweep of gossamer,
Some slash across the sky so fast we hardly notice at all. Others, a long, slow burn igniting our imagination.
I Am The Moon
I am the moon, diaphanous. My soul shines full Thinly veiled beauty o'er A wandering lookers chance,
He came unbidden, without permission (I did not ask or invite him so) Perched on my shoulder of his own volition (I did but ask him please to go)
Watcing The Way
Say we sat sometime, and (just) watched the way, Played Rorschach Clouds, sat in tall grass and swayed, Held hands with our shadows, and (just) …smiled. What if we sat sometime, (only) watching the way?
The Closest Thing To Is That Isn'T
The closest thing to is that isn’t A dream isn’t. But just try to convince yourself of that
Some slash across the sky
so fast we hardly notice at all.
Others, a long, slow burn
igniting our imagination.
A few, more scarce,
larger ones, burn long and bright
with the colors of their composition.
Some, so rare that many people
will never glimpse one, expose themselves