dabbing
on my charcoal drawing
something of you
in
each contour
Arvinder Kaur
cold moon
one more silhouette
mingles
into fog
Arvinder Kaur
leaves drop
each one goes down
with
a dance
Arvinder Kaur
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Monday, April 29, 2024
By D. V. Rozic
In the Pasture
I was in my mother's arms, the raindrops pounding on our black umbrella, just above my head. Her left arm around me, holding the umbrella as well. In her right hand she held a rope tied to the head of our cow.
on the rope
connecting us with the cow
rainbow raindrops
D. V. Rozic
Saturday, April 27, 2024
By Mircea Moldovan
temptation
to look over the fence
spring
fever
Mircea Moldovan
two crows
they share a worm
countryside
life
Mircea Moldovan
By Rupa Anand
in hand-spun gold
she eclipses the sun
noon
wedding
Rupa Anand
wedding rush
mother's beads
neatly
laid out
Rupa Anand
By Alvin B. Cruz
used poetry book
a skeleton leaf
on
a love poem
Alvin B. Cruz
writer's block
he stirs his cup
of
tea
Alvin B. Cruz
By David Ngo
one road
upon another—
shoulders
to stand on
David Ngo
treasure the moment
if only I could message
yesterday's
self
David Ngo
life's journey seeks
to
fill the blanks
David Ngo
By Govind Joshi
forest range
we wait
for
elephants' crossing
Govind Joshi
cricket season
this night
a
song
Govind Joshi
By Susan Lee Roberts
as
the fog lifts . . .
daffodils and dandelions
jump out
Susan
Lee Roberts
placid
lake
one kayak
and a string of ducklings
Susan Lee
Roberts
By Mike Gallagher
beech
canopy
the raindrops loud
on his hat
Mike Gallagher
the
fragrance
of a moonflower trumpets
a wren's night song
Mike
Gallagher
rolling
downhill
the peaty breath
of the mountain
Mike Gallagher
By Adrian Bouter
what
quiet
magpies
Adrian Bouter
nothing's changed
in his tool shed
spider
webs
Adrian Bouter
Friday, April 26, 2024
By Ram Chandran
Longing
the
longing
to hug my little daughter—
waiting for next
visitation day
my
longing
to belong to an another world—
a sparrow's nest
a
bird on my windowsill—
my longing
to fly in the vast blue
sky
Ram Chandran
By Mark Hendrickson
Swallows
blind date
new bird
on the wire
two birds flit
from tree to tree;
home shopping
getting takeout
while his wife watches the kids
he
gathers worms
Mark Hendrickson
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Monday, April 22, 2024
By Belinda Behne
sun kisses earth goodnight
an explosion of crimson
drenches the sky
children buried in rubble
cry
for food and for peace
Belinda Behne
far away
almost beyond memory
my
father's voice
Belinda Behne
out of the ashes
wild violets
bloom
Belinda Behne
losing the path
deep in the forest
I find myself
deep in the forest
losing myself
I find the path
losing the path
I find myself
deep
in the forest
Belinda Behne
Sunday, April 21, 2024
By Joseph P. Wechselberger
two
exchanging glances over laptops
Starbucks
Joseph P. Wechselberger
snowmelt
the slow drip and pooling
of
fluid from the old car
Joseph P. Wechselberger
as if
he never existed
the
baby’s unmarked grave
Joseph P. Wechselberger
By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
daydreaming
are
there cherry trees
in
heaven?
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
old photos
what's left of this meadow
this
blade of grass
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
By Anwitha Sudeep
garden
the
smallest lily
loses a petal
Anwitha Sudeep
behind
the clouds
a shriveled fish in the
eagle's beak
Anwitha
Sudeep
By Nancy Brady
penguin love
he presents her
with
a shiny pebble
Nancy Brady
wildflower walk
along the trail they see
a
walking stick
Nancy Brady
By Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
brown bunny
the alliteration
in
its hop hop hop
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
soft
kiss
a morning brush
of sunlight
Suraja Menon
Roychowdhury
narcissus...
how
you force me
to look at you
Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
By Fhen M.
Hundred billion stars in the galaxy
peering
only at the Polaris.
Fhen M.
Eyeballs catching the Kingfisher
flying
from tree to tree.
Fhen M.
Stayed to see the sun disappear
to
watch my love: Lupus constellation.
Fhen M.
By Yasir Farooq
keyhole cobweb—
i
enter
the ancient cave
Yasir Farooq
rain shower
the wet fledglings
on
the swaying tree
Yasir Farooq
Saturday, April 20, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
reaped harvest —
my teenager says hello
to
the homeless woman
Kelly Sargent
the
childhood I wish I had dandelion puff
Kelly Sargent
wild fig tree
bent seaward —
how I long
once more
to
long
Kelly Sargent
By Rita Melissano
this solitude…
a cloud cloaking my days
with ease
the silence no word
wants
to escape
Rita Melissano
sitting
on a slice of moon
she smiles
without feeling the sharp
edge
of the dark side
Rita Melissano
writing
on the mind’s walls
all is lost
the red ink of a heart lasts
forever
like a swan feather
Rita Melissano
endless sky...
where
the
sun goes to sleep
Rita Melissano
By Susan Burch
city co-op garden –
not even my own
empire
of dirt
Susan Burch
horrible day –
my haiku
grow
fangs
Susan Burch
By Kristen Lindquist
first
vulture . . .
imagining the past lives
of this old
pine
Kristen Lindquist
sun halo
the
overlapping orbits
of vultures in flight
Kristen Lindquist
lazy creek . . .
the morning air hazy
with
willow fluff
Kristen Lindquist
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
By Patrick Kitchen
mountain town
help wanted signs
in
every window
Patrick Kitchen
summer heat
a box of my things
on
her front porch
Patrick Kitchen
weeding
where should I begin
Patrick Kitchen
By Wiesław Karliński
spring full moon
brightens the garden
yesterday's
laundry
Wiesław Karliński
bird singing
goes silent for a moment
woodcutter's
axe
Wiesław Karliński
By John J. Dunphy
always the leader —
his son's name
at the top of the list
on
the war memorial
John J. Dunphy
By Paula Sears
every stem
balancing its blossom
spring equinox
Paula Sears
spring morn
the green hillside
singing
with sheep
Paula Sears
By Katja Fox
the warm hum
of sleepy
voices —
bedtime stories
Katja Fox
the
sun behind
a dragonfly’s wings—
she prays for
peace
Katja Fox
By Leon Tefft
air supremacy —
an aerial fandango
of
fierce cardinals
Leon Tefft
tumbleweeds roving
through cities that never were
views
never enjoyed
Leon Tefft
Monday, April 15, 2024
By Neena Singh
forest trail
an elk’s antlers
point
the way
Neena Singh
garden swing…
a lingering day
on
cloud nine
Neena Singh
By Mona Bedi
the
lives we endure swirling tea leaves
Mona Bedi
how
slowly the night descends lullaby moon
Mona Bedi
spring
equinox
the time it takes to fall
out of love
Mona Bedi
By Joanna Ashwell
in the red
nowhere to turn
from
a zero balance
Joanna Ashwell
the lost years
tightly packed away
out of sight
in case I crumble
beneath
the sorrow
Joanna Ashwell
no longer fitting
into my hometown
I wander around
unpacking the edges
of
loneliness
Joanna Ashwell
Friday, April 12, 2024
By Eavonka Ettinger
open door
just a slant of light
as
the sun sets
Eavonka Ettinger
the length
of kneading paws
my
catnap
Eavonka Ettinger
eucalyptus
shedding what's forgotten
Eavonka Ettinger
the muchness
of a rose garden
your
lips
Eavonka Ettinger
By Stephanie Zepherelli
crashing thunder
doors bolted tight
against
ill omens
Stephanie Zepherelli
empty flower box
a mom and pop store
boarded
up
Stephanie Zepherelli
lonely path
looking for memories
i
never had
Stephanie Zepherelli
By J. D. Nelson
windy
day & night
I’m too tired to stay up
too anxious to
sleep
J. D. Nelson
she
gives me three words
to remember for the test
brush,
sunshine, & chair
J. D. Nelson
forgotten
coffee
no time to run back inside
before the bus comes
J.
D. Nelson
By Sharon Ferrante
a rough day
I sit down
with
yesterday
Sharon Ferrante
calm night
I rest on a string
from
his guitar
Sharon Ferrante
I watch you
cut through smoke
changing
a small room
with
a saxophone
Sharon Ferrante
Thursday, April 11, 2024
By Robert Epstein
a flower does not talk
. . . and yet
this
fragrance
Robert Epstein
my shrinking life
I never did own
a
little black book
Robert Epstein
bee sting ––
I thought I knew you
better
than that
Robert Epstein
at home
snuggling in bed
with
the wrong book
Robert Epstein
old wooden bridge
how you keep me
hanging
on
Robert Epstein
By Robert Witmer
spring wind
a bamboo hubbub
rubs
against the sky
Robert Witmer
a small boat
asleep in the waves
the
fisherman tracing stars
Robert Witmer
chiseled
from marble
the hand of a slave
Robert
Witmer
behind her eyes
so many rooms
a
breeze through rose curtains
Robert Witmer
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
By Nalini Shetty
broken mirror
a fractured self
stares
back
Nalini Shetty
city park
every bench has
its
own story
Nalini Shetty
By M. R. Pelletier
Squinting
through pinholes in shoeboxes—
kindergarten
eclipse
M. R. Pelletier
Small talk—
he answers her questions
with one-word replies
M. R. Pelletier
By Mile Lisica
sky in
the water
two moored boats
share the silence
Mile Lisica
I
close my eyes
to feel a little more
the depth of the sea
Mile Lisica
By Joshua St. Claire
what is and isn’t the moon
behind stratocumulus clouds
Joshua St. Claire
end of greatness
winter
sun spent
among the hemlocks
Joshua St. Claire
By C.X. Turner
tiny pebble
warmed by the memories
of
summer
C.X. Turner
morning sun
on a journey
of
becoming
C.X. Turner
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