By: John Grey FIRST NIGHT AT THE BEACH COTTAGE How can you expect me to fall asleepwhen there’s an island just off the coast here,and I can see its shadow through the window,a great hulk of something, be it rock…
By: Puneet Kumar One Big Recipe Book Life is a one bigRecipe bookThat keeps manyDelicious dipping sauces It has the best condimentsTo add delicious tastesAnd tangy aromasFor each meal It can be chilliMustard, tomatoFinely chopped picklesOr a mayonnaise-based recipe Everything…
By: Markiewicz Paweł first gorgeous spring thawsthe second black crow on cablethird – mysterious mist***just before the thawsI think about the last frostmemory of snow***picturesque crowscable – lonely habitusflights – rumination***the ethics fulfilledcrows – starlit philosophersof spring wizardry***starlit starry nightthe…
By Sushant Thapa I have left my wordsWhere my shadows do not reach.The moment of blissIs a kissing freedom of virtue.I have my viceYet I forget notTo roll my life’s dice.I have a measureTo count the blessings in life.There is…
By: Bruce Levine Winter chill at the river edgeWater racing over embedded rocksSnow white curls on the flowing tideA morning walk with my dog Sunlight glaring off the water’s surfaceRefracted light making pools of colorGhosts of shadows line the rock…
By: Lyra Goga The light is long gone now The light is long gone nowI doubt it ever existeda harmful deception, a mere illusionif only someone ended this deadly confusion. Yet no help comesNo knight in shining armor.In loneliness you…
By: Dakota Phillips Ignition You were dark in the doorwayand I held a contrite, eleven-year-oldin my arms.Don’t you everraise your voice at me again.I knew that you mightbut with serpent tongue,I was certainly no victim either.There was still remedy and…
By: K.G. Munro Selcouth Meadows Rarity is untouched pieces of the earth,With unnamed grasses and perennials, As autumn holds the scenery in it’s embrace,This meadow resembles the spring, With tulips and ladybugs,The air is singing with birds, Animals that were…
By: Josephine Rudolf I know I must face youBut I can’t today, maybe tomorrowIf there is oneI was always pretty sure of the tomorrow partYet you took that from me So if I can’t be sure of a tomorrowAll I…
By: Jim Bates The granite ground sparklesSun beating down releasing scentsGreen lichen, brown grass, and sageDried horse manure, too. Through the polished white poplarsThe river glistens crashing over rocksThunderingMisty droplets drifting. High above a hawk is callingWings spread soaring on…