sundowner
a splash of colors
in
my glass
Padma Rajeswari Tata
sleepless
one by one by one …
the
swoosh of cars
Padma Rajeswari Tata
sundowner
a splash of colors
in
my glass
Padma Rajeswari Tata
sleepless
one by one by one …
the
swoosh of cars
Padma Rajeswari Tata
A kite flies freely,
harmonising with the breeze,
its string broken,
surrendering to
the
destiny of the wind.
David Ngo
Elephants and turtles
dance in the wind,
while lemongrass and tom yum
swirl in the air,
amidst
a babel of languages.
David Ngo
night lightning
the restlessness
in
the stables
Ravi Kiran
koi pond
no sign that says
no
fishing
Ravi Kiran
Afghan flower girl—
bunches of pink tulip
in
her black eyes
Krzysztof Kokot
the war—
at the butcher's door
skinny
dog
Krzysztof Kokot
spring breeze
through the stairway window
the
pines
Govind Joshi
spring rain
in the silence
a
brown leaf
Govind Joshi
strawberries
summer feelings up by two euros
than
the year before
Deborah Karl-Brandt
perfect
summer days for snails another downpour
Deborah Karl-Brandt
summer day
a surfer rides
the
rising sun
Neena Singh
my arms
cradle the dog
into
the grave
Neena Singh
city
pigeons
always something
to peck at
Tony Williams
thunder
answering thunder
with thunder
Tony
Williams
street light
the distant echo
of
a birthday party
Françoise Maurice
every so often
through the clouds
the
Moon
Françoise Maurice
jam
session
a cupboard lined
with mason jars
Marilyn
Ashbaugh
the
daisies
say it best
morning sun
Marilyn Ashbaugh
Space station—
who hears the mouse’s
frightened squeak?
M. R. Pelletier
Kitchen window—
a stray dog
in the front yard
M. R. Pelletier
sunflowers
my shadow and I
move
around
Nisha Raviprasad
broken vase
I bottle my tears
once
again
Nisha Raviprasad
after all this time...
chocolate donut
touches
my lips
Jovana Dragojlovic
somewhere else...
sounds like a place without
any
problem
Jovana Dragojlovic
tangled
in the moonlit clouds
my
sobriety
Oana Maria Cercel
missing you
another morning
lasts
a year
Oana Maria Cercel
hazy
hills
in the night
croaks from the old pond
all
alike
Keith Evetts
where they think
great Caesar crossed the Thames
...just
the moon
Keith Evetts
the door slammed shut ...
my world without her shrinks
to
a tv screen
Chen-ou Liu
the door
open to blue skies
in the stillness
a caged eagle and I
become
one
Chen-ou Liu