By: Ellison Henderson I’m in Love with Walt Whitman What an idea! That one can be a ruler of life.It’s possible to exist and dance and bein a field of nothing but grass and windI want—I will be the one…
By: Pramod Rastogi Walking up a mountainous pathI saw you bathingUnder a cascade not too highIn its languid flow.Draped in white linenYou stood, eyes closed,Arms held above the foreheadAs if in a still-dancing pose.Hypnotized, I stood there,Witness to this heavenly…
By: Jim Bates Autumn leaves fallingSo many golden daydreamsYearning to come true. ¬¬ Autumn afternoonAroma of burning leavesMemories so dear.¬¬ Big bright yellow moonFloating like a lemon dropSweetly in the sky.
By: Dennis Williams Love Trail As the sun peeps beyond the haze, two lovers set foot for the deep cool woodland, just us, just two lovers, wet from the early morn dew, steadfast in a journey to wherever the…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Ceremonial cults of self-martyred widowscommemorating grief with daily pilgrimagegladly bearing the burden of grave site visitsas purported auditors assessing each and allburial plots for familial survivor upkeep. Every headstone birthday and death datecelebrated, observed and bear…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Envisaging Vacation Book closed, newspaper folded, partners nod, envisaging vacation.No fancy doormen, elegant eateries, else extensive tours grow intoElements of their dream. Rather, slumber parties, time for hot breakfasts, electronic devices notConsulted more than six times/day,…
By Linda Woody Griffin I Will Daily Love You Though years have passed – I still think of you,Emotions run deep and tears fall too.Your leaving took my breath away,My only wish was for you to stay. I know in…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka A Game of Seasons The snow fell. Icey winds blew. You wanted summer.I could not give it to you. You walked away holding knife & fork, searching for a feast. Mouths openedon request. Food shoveled out…
By: James Aitchison See life,not with earthly eyes,but through the eternal eyes ofa soul seeking its source.See lifethat provides nothing more rewarding thanknowledge of the self.Seek only the truthof being and living and dying.The soul needs timeto fulfil itself.It will…
By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial…