By Karen Lee Stradford Picture This A simple “Hello” can be spokenas we pass each other.I promise you.I want nothing more. A glance.A nod.A grin can make a differencein our day. Life is too shortto pretend we’re invisible.Never know if…
By: Emalisa Rose Tears on the tumbleweeds Under the cluster of cloudstears on the tumbleweedscradle your casket, withthe heart of the rain playingredemption for both of us –two stubborn sistersforsaken of chance to exchange“I forgive you’s.” ### With winter wings…
By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beautySnow on evergreens. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Big cold moon risingMoonlight streaming brilliantlyIcy land sparkling. Bright morning sunBirds flit through snow covered treesSinging merrily.
By: Bruce Levine A blank sheet of music paperGroups of five lines and four spacesBlack dots and circles floating in the airFloating in space and yet to be foundTaking place in time rather than spaceElusive fragments of soundWaiting to be…
By: Dhruba Jyoti Gogoi (Morning)Let the lines of palm be kept asideDon’t have wings to flyEven if a new set is madeIt is not Saturn’s Titan!!! (Destruction)Is the time without you like Achilles’ heel…?And being convicted by your complaints,I dream…
By: JD DeHart Symbolism No, it does not matter which colorof undershirt I put on today. It’s nota grand symbol of what is to come. A shirt is a shirt, just like a stepon a crackis just a step –…
By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders TIME PASSES THE TUMBLEWEED Time passes the tumbleweedAnd lightning strikes the Noble FirThat once loomed large in goat marshThe noble part of what we were. But entombed it is in the way that we wereThe prototype…
By: Mahathi I LIVE AGAINAt sixty plus, I start living again.I fall in love, explore new love, attuneonce more my rusted old romantic veinand pull out of the clouds, the silken moon. Mistake me not, there’s no running behindthe belles…
By: Aya Naser Qadoumi Deep conversationsLong gone sensationHopeless longingTo something fading Deep confessionHuge concessionMet by disapprovalAnd denial of feelings Love oppressed,Denied till deadBut almost trueThat love to you Deep confessionReplaced by oppressionCountless effortsTo show the opposite You say you’re doneOf…
By: Cailey Tarriane which means my words can’t come off odd because I can’t right thewrong with a blank sheet of paper,my mind is in the dark for the first time in a galaxy’s orbit-see, that pun is incorrect-every idea…