By: Jim Bates New garden plantedSoon new fresh veggies will growNature’s smorgasbord. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Big bright midnight moonWorldly silvery moonglowSuch lunar delight. Lovely twilight…
By: Jim Bates Fresh lilacs bloomingLily-of-the-valley tooSpringtime scent so sweet. Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Deep woods forest pathLeafy green canopy aboveSleepy shade below. Late day setting sunLast light filters through the treesBlanket of soft warmth.
By: Jim Bates Thick snowflakes fallingDistant hillsides soften whiteDreamy wonderland. After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. Cotton snowflakes fallPeaceful silence fills the nightAll encompassing. Peaceful snow fallingBig white flakes drifting softlyInto deep silence. Shoveling the snowContemplating so many…
By: Mitali Chakravarty Ah! To Write like Ruskin I feel I cannot write.Words don’t fall into place.I have no stories to tell. Ruskin Bond writes so well.His words touch my heartso I can cry. My words feel dry. The anguish…
By: James Aitchison Where do words gowhen you need them?Do they hide in someone else’scloud, do they escape to thefringes of the mind, do theytease and taunt from a distance?Are words self-powered,self-propelled, self-controlled?Can they masquerade as thewords you don’t want?Are…
By: Munavvar Tlewbaeva Night had fallen. Streetlights lit the road, but I didn’t want their artificial glow. I wanted real, shining stars. So I walked home through a darker street.Above me, stars twinkled silently, watching the hurried lives below. My…
By: Paul Tristram Obviating (Emotional) Surgery Weaving of ‘Egg-Calcium’ amongstverbal recollectionsof Yesterday… to strengthenmemory-bones,and help pillar the Totemof our acquaintanceship, sturdier.Hesitancy and Carefulnessare neck-and-neck…yet, it should really beExcitement and Enthusiasmcoursing the Hunt,when Passion is, in fact, the Hare.Leaner Times ledto…
By: James Aitchison (a pantoum) dada doubts everythingwe were all dada before dadarebel against bourgeois society they saidrebel against the human condition itself we were all dada before dadadada will amount to nothing nothing nothingrebel against the human condition itselfsweep…
By: Faisal Khan Trust the Rain In the heart of the desert,fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.The act is brief—mere days.The adults do not survive,but the eggs remain.Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.Sometimes for…
By: Suman Mondal There’s a quiet peace in melancholy,lying on a warm, water-soaked pillow,whooping silently, a fragile halo on face.The Moon is so dear today! Stay away! The night is ephemeral.Where is life? Weak bones coveredby the agonies of experience…