grandma’s
final blessing
a shooting star sparkles
then fades
Douglas
J. Lanzo
dust
bowl
a mother partridge
lathering sand
Douglas J.
Lanzo
runaway
train
an EF5 tornado
catches the caboose
Douglas J.
Lanzo
grandma’s
final blessing
a shooting star sparkles
then fades
Douglas
J. Lanzo
dust
bowl
a mother partridge
lathering sand
Douglas J.
Lanzo
runaway
train
an EF5 tornado
catches the caboose
Douglas J.
Lanzo
Athena’s tags
mosaicked onto headstone
her collar
never returned by vet
unless
it’s in the ashes
Diane Funston
after our long vacation
away from poetry groups
I return
but still entranced
by
Mexico’s colors
Diane Funston
cold moon
her silhouette
in
the window
Shawn Blair
going gray
a fish crow disappears
into
sea fog
Shawn Blair
lace curtains . . .
snowflakes blackening
the
road
Shawn Blair
mourning doves
in the park
a pair
of Civil War cannons
blazing
in the sun
Shawn Blair
bone broth
smoke rising
over
the quarry
Shawn Blair
spring night
a ladder not quite reaching
the
cat
Shawn Blair
if only
these golden flowers
were
sunrise
Joanna Ashwell
holding a part
of our dream
dandelion
meadow
Joanna Ashwell
A mother's voice:
the stillness of trees
before
a burst of blossom.
Laurie Kuntz
From my view
the ocean offers little relief
still
I look.
Laurie Kuntz
Mockingbird song
the empty cherry tree
overflowing
Jonathan
English
circle of full moon
shining through mist and pine
even
in this city
Jonathan English
moist spring earth
the wings of the butterfly
lifting
Jonathan English
spring serenade—
under the green holly tree
the
bumblebee and I
Jonathan English
hammock
–
evening falls before
the afterword
Elena Zouain
summer
rain –
in my garden the blue hydrangea
even bluer
Elena
Zouain
summer solstice –
I listen to the
whispers
of scented shadows
Elena Zouain
white
roses –
the moon keeps
the secret
Elena Zouain
a summer ginkgo walk –
Isha, Basho, and Issa
in
every verse I write
Lakshman Bulusu
Robin chirping
brought to life in my mind
your touch –
one more kiss
and
I would join you.
S.Eta Grubešić
twigs
S.Eta Grubešić
low tide
life comes out of the sea
again
Eugeniusz Zacharski
killer heat
at the watering hole
a
pack of wolves
Eugeniusz Zacharski
tangoing
as one forgotten step
Rita Melissano
she's still here
for some strange reason
clocks run backwards
the storm after the quiet
a
phoenix's return to ashes
Rita Melissano
countless years
when our life was a rainbow
in the night
tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte, cheek to cheek,
holding
a thousand candles
Rita Melissano
listening
to the voice within
the mirror...
its whispers a breath
left
in the fog
Rita Melissano
what is left
of the Japanese garden
the lantern
a lighthouse sitting on a bluff
above
the blue, smooth pebbles
Rita
Melissano
pasture
gate latched
on either side
no fence
Scott F. Parker
after
the rain
all the happy grass
waving in the wind
Scott F. Parker
turtles
on the shore
keeping busy
maintaining stillness
Scott
F. Parker
my heart is beach glass
translucent, delicate, mauve
softened
by the sand
Katharine Angelina Love
pajamas…
another superhero dream
takes
flight
Lorraine A Padden
trouting
the arc of a midsummer
rainbow
Lorraine A Padden
asking
her grandmother about love fresh daisies
Lorraine A Padden
incoming…
baby formula airdropped
over
a war zone
Lorraine A Padden
night fog
across the Sound
a
horn solo
Audrey Quinn
from adjoining terraces
the sounds of summer
sunscreen
mist
Audrey Quinn
night walk
two dogs
square
off
Audrey Quinn
summer fair
children chasing
soap
bubbles
Govind Joshi
story
within a story
this
life
Govind Joshi
my sweet baby girls –
they are no longer babies
and
not always sweet
Todd Matson
his philanthropy –
the gifts he kept on giving
for
his vanity
Todd Matson
unconditional –
the love of a little dog
is
God spelled backward
Todd Matson
rush hour
the manoeuvrability
of
an ambulance
Ravi Kiran
between a beard
and the grey moustache
a
few missing teeth
Ravi Kiran
Alzheimer’s
her favourite dress
for
the first time
Ravi Kiran
what are the odds
of meeting you again
shooting
star
Ravi Kiran
escaping
through
fence pickets
wildflower seeds
j rap
you
pick out things
from my hair
lovebug
j rap
words
we said too late lilacs
Alvin B. Cruz
insomnia
yesterday’s rain
still
falling
Alvin B. Cruz
rain
after a long drought mother’s remission
Alvin B. Cruz
taking a nap
with eyes closed
seeing
everything
Stephen Jarrell Williams
an old man
gazing up to heaven
wondering
when
Stephen Jarrell Williams
children singing
on the mountaintops
pleading
with us
Stephen Jarrell Williams