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Tag: Poetry
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Willow Tree by Isabel Cheeseman
ancient arms relaxed and gracefulher elegant canopy grazes the ground,her shaggy branches weep into an arch sacred and solitary giantshe bends to accommodate and withstand,a calculated composition with supple extremities appears to be sorrowful, heartsickweeping with her slender leaves butshe is calm, serene as she flows in the breeze Isabel…
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No Place for Freya by Philip Andrew Lisi (A Prose Poem)
Nature is in crisis because of us, but we do not seem to care…there is no room for Freya in Norwegian waters.¹ Freya was named for the Norse goddess of love and beauty. Ironic for a walrus weighing over a thousand pounds, wearing a gash in her left flipper, sporting…
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July Orchards by Sulakshana Guha
Orange trees, bare wreathedIn July’s afternoon heat. Too late I have come, gone are the fruitBulging, vermillion at first sight, now in bags of jute Their cool juice will spill down throatsAnd the orchard shall swell with more, But I, I shall miss the harvest again,And my bags, junk laden,…
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Botanizing by Jim Bates
Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsVerdant and greenTromping across meadow grassFragrant with wildflowersThey stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observeMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey are botanizingTaking time to step awayTo commune with a wilder placeAmong the white aster…
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Mesa Verde, Colorado by Amanda Hayden
mud mortar, build your kivas first (21 kivas, 150 rooms)sifted smooth city steps weave vertical, friendly snakes wind upnarrow and steep, you can still touch the plaster families slept against800 years ago, what cliff lullabies did their kids dream this high,under nightscape and cosmos’ brilliance, explosion of stars,constellation stories, you…
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Infantry of Words by Robyn Petrik
When poems spillfrom my fingertips,I imagine each wordas a soldiermarching into battle. Wildly afraidbut proud to serve,hopeful for a victory. Robyn Petrik is a writer and poet from Vancouver, BC. Her poems have been published by Polar Expression, Moss Piglet, and Coffee People Zine. Robyn is addicted to traveling, climbing,…
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I’ll let you leave by Aldo Quagliotti
I wish i could keep youAs intact as one can stayAs distant from sadnessAs a platform waving the departing trainYet you slip out of my hugfall into wrinkles and white hairsI tend my arm to reach your gutsAnd then you reactAnd tell meWould you please just let me liveAnd i…
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The Songbird by Kinsey Carlson
These tears that I cry cannot be explainedLike birds singing sweetly, the music doth lieMy gilded cage tarnished by more than strainMy heart lies bleeding and time does not signifyThat which is remembered is not always gainedWaiting for something to take away the pain Kinsey Carlson is a nurse by…
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Cherry Blossoms by Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi
Your blooms unravelat spring’s cuspmaking bare trees blush,unraveling somethingpulled too tight in me. An obsession,with their return,I uncoil so faras to run alonggreen Washington lawnsunder your pink umbrellas. Cast your beautyat my feet, like raindrops,of tiny scented handkerchiefsmesmerize the eyeof sunlit sky opento your frolics. I am lost in your…