I keep emptying,glass after glass,trying to forget,what I recall.Some memories are,NOT worth keeping.After all… Memory is indeed,a funny thing.We live out,lives making them.But without love,nothing is remembered.After all… I’ve kept giving,hoping for love.Made many millions,for other people.I am unknown,without a dime.After all… I’ve been homeless.I’ve been kind.I’ve been ruthless.I’ve been happy.
Category: Poets
Eagle Identification: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love We all scream across the skySilhouettes that make us laugh and cryRuffled feathers of nobilityTalons of regrettable precisionSpreading wings in the breeze trying to be who we areStuck as nestlings greater than timeEach feather responding to the huntFlickering time itselfSeconds are in time with the direction feathers … Continue reading Eagle Identification: James Adamson
Nimbus: Cory Buchanan
By thickened nimbus,forks tingle in fixed translucence;notes of petrichor dive. Crashed downto sprayed shouts,hit by torrential drenches crackling the hinged roof. A slashing outagemutes the prairie acreage,fastened to the murky tumble.
Sun: Cassandra Kulay
Today the sun glints off the snow,deep inside, I feel aglow, thefact of happiness can be known,although the reasons for it can bemysterious, strange as the sadness,the grief that comes and goes, I havespent my life learning to manage,to find some way to dispell thatdarkness, then sometimes the suncomes out, for a particular reasonsometimes, sometimes … Continue reading Sun: Cassandra Kulay
Bus Ride: Betty Carmichael
When I was in High School I went on a holiday to Okatokes, Alberta by Greyhound bus to visit my friend, Tanice. She still lived with her mom and her new boyfriend, Ron. She had a sister named Jodie and she was so cute with red hair and freakles! We always played games on her … Continue reading Bus Ride: Betty Carmichael
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: The Innocent
Baby blue, growing up is hard to do,You cry about the world but the worldDoesn’t cry about you. Life is difficultAnd this earth is rough terrain, we doAll we can to mask the pain, you don’tKnow a lot about substance or style,You don’t get much choice in whatMakes life worthwhile. Cradled inSomeone else’s arms, innocent … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: The Innocent
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Seascape
Gulls fly overhead, only a fewsignaling summer is almost dead.The first snow kissed the ground,the sun is still warm as when wewalked on the beach, collecting shells.I miss the seascape painted inside mysoul, I miss the feelings that heal myheart, I would know that a new leafis turned, it is just a season that willreturn. … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Seascape
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Room
Spider webs form beyond the door,I feel my way without knowing whatI’m looking for, empty memoriesgather dust, I know what I had butnot who I can trust, all this ‘ennuireplacing faith, doubt spins aroundlike a child’s mobile, there is no truedirection, only options and atemporary hope. Shadows slip inand out of one another with thesmoothness … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Room
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Romance
The sun is lovely, the rainlate coming, sweethearts wander,hand in hand, deaf to what theworld demands.The winter is coming, the icybreath of frost denuding thetrees, romance is sadness,sooner or later, will one or theother leave?Will ideals be tainted, willone's faith grow dim?Think of her always thinkingof him, he looks for solacefrom the solitary whim.If he … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Romance
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Remember
Remember me, I knew youlifetimes ago, traced your heartbeatthrough skin, muscle and bone,when your eyes danced I knewcomplete happiness, when youwanted to wander and explore,I let you go. Remember me, likea haunting strain of music, a lyricthat speaks to your soul, yourhand reaches out when I am aboutto fall, looking in your eyes I feelunderstood … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Remember
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