The Poet's House

Michael Plante

  • Moon River Run

    by Michael Plante Moon river bay sleeps like an old manwhen the dead paddle by under the full moon.The spirits of our dead call out like a loon in the darkness“Remember us….remember….”Drifting ice melts awaya new shoreline is reveled.Our ancestors… Continue reading

  • The Horse of Endurance

    By Michael Plante I Conviction is a gift that rises each morning.For those of us that wake within the darknesswe stand in the pre-dawn to witness the eternal battlebetween the light and the dark.The Creator shows usour coming plight.To make… Continue reading

  • The Infinite Maze

    by Michael Plante We are rats in an infinite mazeseeking our cheese to satisfy our hungerbelieving the next corner will bring us closer to our goal.Sniffing the air for directionrubbing our eyes to remove the crud that has formed in… Continue reading

  • The Cold Moon

    by Michael Plante A square stone made of onyx sits on a shelf in my mind. It holds the cold moon of December. The shelf is in a closet which is in a room, a closed door keeps the closet… Continue reading

  • How To Build A Kingdom Upon A Hill

    by Michael Plante Feed me the love I need and I shall grow beyond all expectations.Show me a home worthy of respectand I shall build a kingdom of my own.Teach me how to obtain my dreamsso I can live in… Continue reading