elevator stillness
blinking numbers
and
eyelids
Ravi
Kiran
Cold Moon Journal
Photo c. Alf B. Meier
Saturday, March 9, 2024
By Richard Bailly
click click
escaping the nightmare
ruby
slippers
Richard Bailly
oolong
in the kettle
too
long
Richard Bailly
By Monica Kakkar
bounty of bright breeze—
ribbons and laces askew
leapfrog
on leap day
Monica Kakkar
By Mircea Moldovan
so
much light and yet dark
Mircea Moldovan
a hedge
between him and her
winter
end
Mircea Moldovan
Friday, March 8, 2024
By Kelly Sargent
war and peace
not always
black
and white
Kelly Sargent
creeping ivy
through the wagon handle
the decisions
I make
by
indecision
Kelly Sargent
winter
sky swallows the words I can’t take back
Kelly Sargent
By JL Huffman
unnatural glow
backlit mountain ridges
boros
below
JL Huffman
snowbound day
chili heats
palate
and soul
JL Huffman
By Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
on the doorstep
will she finally enter
new
moon
Marcellin Dallaire-Beaumont
By Anne Curran
foreign posting
the
aerograms
I write home
Anne Curran
city square —
the clink of loose change
into
the busker's hat
Anne Curran
city square —
the sweet melodies
of
a weary busker
Anne Curran
By Barrie Levine
outbox draft
deleting
the dear
in her dear john letter
Barrie Levine
in
his place
in my bed
the cat
Barrie Levine
his
first recital
a round of applause
for all the pink
Barrie
Levine
By Neena Singh
half moon
hides in the pine...
words
left unsaid
Neena Singh
a barn owl's cry:
the dark circles
under
my eyes
Neena Singh
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Monday, March 4, 2024
By Steliana Cristina Voicu
in bloom…
the scent of light
of
your hand cream
Steliana Cristina Voicu
crab apple moon —
the painter carefully rounds
a
blossom
Steliana Cristina Voicu
majestic moon
growing from the silence
plum
blossoms
Steliana Cristina Voicu
By Sharon Ferrante
I watch a candle
warm itself
on my wall
I want that passion
in
the yellow haze
Sharon Ferrante
I always
tell the truth—
it was me
who threw Jupiter
her
little moons
Sharon Ferrante
I wonder
if I leave my cloak
in your cold forest
will it take away
your
shiver?
Sharon Ferrante
By Sankara Jayanth
white dove
a token totem
for
non-existent peace
Sankara Jayanth
perennials
not without goodbyes
Sankara Jayanth
By Susan Yavaniski
flu season . . .
the hypochondriac
senses demise
in a single sneeze
that
could wake the dead
Susan Yavaniski
a big smile. . .
hiding the wrinkles
in
my confidence
Susan Yavaniski
ear doctor
surely the whole office hears
my
diagnosis
Susan Yavaniski
claiming
the American dream an American gun
Susan Yavaniski
By Stephen Jarrell Williams
dancing on rooftops
new declaration
end
of all wars
Stephen Jarrell Williams
By Shasta Hatter
watercolor
of purple and blue
moon
rising
Shasta Hatter
fog
in distant trees...
funeral
rites
Shasta Hatter
By Stephanie Zepherelli
bitter wind
lost voices
of
loved ones
Stephanie Zepherelli
carving wood
i remember dad’s hands
covered
in dust
Stephanie Zepherelli
butterfly wings
perfectly balanced
spring
equinox
Stephanie Zepherelli
barren landscape
one flower blooming
is enough
Stephanie
Zepherelli
Sunday, March 3, 2024
By Ruth Holzer
only after
you switch the light off
in the hall
and the last plane of the night
descends,
can I fall asleep
Ruth Holzer
windstorm
reading a letter
not
meant for me
Ruth Holzer
Friday, March 1, 2024
By Kelly Moyer
shipwrecked
a gale
of
free-floating grace
Kelly Moyer
pearls
the loneliest bird tethers to the nest
Kelly Moyer
wishing well
a stone
for
every sorrow
Kelly Moyer
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