poems
After the Rain I glimpsed happiness, among the green leaves and damp grasses— the blades with their crystalline tears witnessed this joy, and partook in that brief, warm peace, which fades so rapidly.
Read more "Sarah Daly – After the Rain"Within This Tree Within this tree another tree inhabits the same body: within this stone another stone rests, its many shades of grey the same, its identical surface and weight. And within my body, another body, whose history, waiting, sings: there is no other body, it sings, there is no other world. This poem was […]
Read more "JANE HIRSHFIELD – WITHIN THIS TREE"Meditation: Listening Listen. Nearby, water rushes through the hose, birds twitter in a bush. wind rustles leaves. Listen out farther. Crows cawing in a tree, hammers on a building site, distant dull roar of traffic. Listen for the sounds of clouds as they pile up, or scud along, or fold themselves into rain. Listen beyond. […]
Read more "JUDITH YARROW – MEDITATION: LISTENING"March 23rd Darkness, cold and water, the rain of the trenches of the bay, the shriveled fighter has lost a foot. Babakh gats there is an echo in the field, nature in winter hibernation, without flowers, everything is empty, everything dead, and not alive. Spring did not enter into rights having adoring spring never wait for […]
Read more "A VOICE FROM UKRAINE – Vyacheslav Konoval – 3 POEMS"WENT TO WORK FOR LUNCH I went into work today & laughed as, for Once, everyone was pleased to see me. “Ah Brad,” one of them said, “it’s always Good to see you as that means my shift Is almost over!” “Yeah,” I replied, “the only problem is I Ain’t working today & do you […]
Read more "Bradford Middleton – WENT TO WORK FOR LUNCH"Better The sky? Blue. Has to be blue. That’s what she wants. A blue-sky postcard. Okay. Found it. “Dear Elaine,” she writes. “So this morning. Pumping gas at Speedway. There I am. The rain is gone. (Can we all sing hallelujah?) Nothing but blue skies. The bluest of blue. Truly. And a warm breeze. That […]
Read more "LAURA STAMPS – BETTER"Traffic Accident When I ask the copto let me know howthe truck driversitting by the sideof the road is doing,he tells me,“He saw their faces.” ~~~ find more Jimmy Pappas on Rattle
Read more "Jimmy Pappas – Traffic Accident"World Pizza Day… dine with the feet on the grass * night pink – heated debate near a cherry blossom * Earth Day – stillness among the waves
Read more "Barbara Anna Gaiardoni – 3 haiku"Born in the Year of the Snake I’m a snake with an office. It’s my hole. There I call many businesses to sell lots of oil. I have a pint-sized cactus with a pot and a filthy desk. I slide off at five. I’ve been devious and cold-blooded. I faked my charges for a trip […]
Read more "Sarah Henry – Born in the Year of the Snake"“SOMETIMES THEY HIT ME” Sometimes they hit meand it feels goodwhen you knowthere’s no malice,and there’s even sometenderness.You feel safealthough itstill hurts.
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Cacti Fur 