By: Turoob Rustling leaves, swishing wind, and the chilly sightHeart bumming and bursting with echoes of delight Of goes the little boyscreaming and exulting full of joy Stunned by the alluring scene with the beautiful treesthe leaves dancing and flapping…
By: Bruce Levine I look at your pictureYour eyes glowYour smile brightensYour beautiful countenanceFrozen in the time of a photographThe apples of your cheeksLighting your eyesWhich search deep into my soulAnd still revealThe wonder of yoursFilled to the brimAnd waiting…
By: Renee Williams Midnight HourAfter midnight the dogs roam the yard,our well-traveled road gone quiet.Barking,maybe other dogs, perhaps coyotes,their cries carry over miles.Stars glisten from onyx heavens.Meteors cascade,burning, burning, burning to the ground.Why are they in such a hurry to…
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…