Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A Poem by Richard Schnap

Domestic Dispute

His storm trooper voice
Bellowed downstairs
As she meekly cried out
For some miracle of mercy

I cowered in my room
As outside the sky
Filled with the darkness
of black-hearted clouds

His anger seemed endless
As I heard the dull thud
Of something thrown against
The thin, brittle wall

While the frail, little nest
In the tree near my window
Was seized by the wind
And helplessly blown away

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally, and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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