Categoría: revival
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An Old Tree by Shalini Kathuria Narang
An Old TreeThe tree is bent, like a person spent,dropping at an angle, some branches still dangle. Do its roots mingle with another? Making each other stronger. or sharing worldly bother,like a brother with a brother. The old tree has some nest(s), can still provide shade for rest. In the past, it’s been through many tests, tall and leafy-the…
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Before and Again by Luanne Castle
Before and AgainThe we of my belief lived in a landof easy comfort, brief and surface woundings,even when tussled by historythat lasted a month on our portable television. We swept the broken pieces into pilesthinking our bonfires would destroy memories.We continued to sweep invisible gravel,rusted fenders, and chicken shit into squares. Over…
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“UNDER A ROWAN TREE” by Strider Marcus Jones
under a rowan tree,wet wings over me-open metaphorically,to drippled drenchesthat soak through sensescombing ecstasy. the long grass sways with rhythmic dancingoblivious to times passing,and murmurs flake from summer windon bough awake with happening- afterwards,in whispered chords-the pollinated pieces of confessionpout love without repression,watching pagan sunthrough rowan blossom.
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3 Poems by Peter Lingard
Doors Dianain and outup and downround and roundopen and closedon’t let it hit you…Light My Firesafetywoodenironshut Shortlisted in Positive Words Poetry Competition, November 2011 ~~ Empty In the bare, uncared-for house,my footsteps sounded hollow.The vacant hallway wasdevoid of wall hangings,as were the dusty rooms.An abandoned car restedin the cavernous garage,seemingly…
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5 Poems by Lynn White
And Here We Are In Wales This is a grey place,grey slate, grey granite,grey houses built of both.And it rains a lot,vertical, horizontal,or swirling rainfalling greylyfrom heavy misty clouds. But when caught by a sunbeam,it makes glistening slidesshimmering across the slate,and falls in bright white tailsor snakes like silverwhere the…
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Hold on to that Dream by Dawn Pisturino
Hold on to that DreamTo hold a dream in our hearts is a means of survival –HOPE which buoys the human spiritAnd comforts the troubled soul;A mighty fortress in which to hide from daily cares;Or a foothold when we stumble and fall.You were my dream in difficult years:A shining arrow…
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“Under the Radar” by Roy Eisenstein
I came in just under the radarAll dressed up in invisible ink and misdirection My pockets jammed with excuses and alibisMy heart safe in its holster All my mistakes and foolishness came home in echoes of accusationsChoruses of petty angels with their passion for inflicting injury It’s true I used…
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“She Breathes Denial” by Destiny
I watch herShe stares deepinto nothing, yetfeelings wash overher masked faceever so randomly A glimpse intoher mind, yetfear warns thedangers of gettingentwined Surface deadbut woundscarved deepDraws you closereyes that plead This dark trancecurtain of falsityhides her turmoilalmost perfectly I’m tempted toknow, but to doso I must enterher world andbare myself…
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Poems in the Spirit of Things by Lynn White
Haunted I am being hauntedby my ghost.It must be my ghost,it knows too muchto arise from someone else’s body.It remembers my past.Remembers my dreams,the ones I forgot so quickly on wakeningand the ones I left behind later,only to revisit in future dreaming. It knows too much.It remembers the pastI prefer…
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“Before the Rain: A Diptych” by Dale Scherfling
I. Dale A young girl steps into the afternoon, and the day lightens, though the sky is low and the air already smells of rain. I’m walking my dog when I notice her two houses away, tall for her age, blond hair streaming beneath a blue helmet as she rides…
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Where Have All the Flowers Gone? by Cindy Georgakas
Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Inspired by Pete SeegerYears pass in fields picking daisy’s,before you were a thought.He loves me, he loves me not. Where have all the flowers gone? We plucked each petal, you, and I,on a pinky swear, without a care,of promises made on a whim,and a blade of…
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Single Bird by Julie A. Dickson
Single BirdOn a wire birds perch together lined up against gray skyone is alone away from the group seems banishedfrom the rest is it by choice or have the rest ignoredlone bird in his tiny quest…
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“Rocks” by Barbara Leonhard and Nolcha Fox
I’m a rock in an inner tube.You’re a rock skipping the water.We started with enthusiasm,with no idea of wherewe might end up.We’re both in danger of sinking. The danger could bea blessing. We may findsecrets in the deep.An old Roman roadgoing nowhere.Gold coins gleaminguntarnished memories. Maybeunderwater cavesfilled with crystals. Maybe…
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“Old Friends” by Melissa Lemay
I ran into her the other day,she had on dark sunglasses.Tears fell from behind themas she told meshe needed helpand asked meabout whereI go to counseling. Embalming fragrancecovered my memory,but it couldn’t keepthe horrors flashing back.I want to talk to her — I remember being in the back seat,while your…
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“The Cairn”by Michael L. Utley
“The Cairn” by Michael L. Utley a handful of stonesthe currency of a hardened heartcannot purchase a reprievefrom the weight of mountainsupon my soul scree of memorieswho can navigate the slopeof ankle-breaking regretsthe sharpened shaleof the empty slatewhere hopewas once etchedand now onlydust remains we walked that paththrough the foothills…
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