So she had said how I wanted to tell you all my life Every single movement wrapped in words Instead, I smiled with rose colour on my lips And how we failed to paint the marvellous truth Dropping a brush with a red handle Have grown rocks scratching the surface Blessing the palm and the … Continue reading Rose Color: Margot Block
Category: Poets
The Sound of a Stream: Robert St. Germain
The sound of a stream is deep in your mind, Just search your heart and it's yours to find. A warm summer breeze is your soul, It waits to free you when light turns to coal. The chirp of a bird can sooth your pain, So, don't let it all drive you insane. Mountains are … Continue reading The Sound of a Stream: Robert St. Germain
Would You Love the Real Me: Shane Boyachek
Would you love me if you knew the real me? Would you love me through it all? Through all the mess, through all the pain would you love me through it all? Through the storm, through the calm would you love me through it all? Yes I love the real you, yes I love you … Continue reading Would You Love the Real Me: Shane Boyachek
My One Good Friend: Stephen Sigurdson
A person comes into your life, everything changes, awkward and new. A person who you could laugh with and talk to, like we were always together, meant to be. A person who you could hold, like two halves of a pounding heart, never missing a beat. A person who you want to be in every … Continue reading My One Good Friend: Stephen Sigurdson
Table for Two: Gerald Herron
I was out on the front porch the other day, sitting on my throne, surveying the land, thinking, what a good king I am! And up arrived a couple peasants of mine, Snowball and Achoo, I looked at them and said, table for two! Went and got each of them a plate of tuna. And … Continue reading Table for Two: Gerald Herron
Pollution Cassandra Kulay
Just minutes to reminisce, saying to myself that was the high time of my existence, not seeing the dark undercurrents or smelling the brackish waters. The high time when everything was clean, packed, pressed, preserved with salted vigor, the newness mesmerized my consciousness, how routinely productive an efficiency of work could be, the lack of … Continue reading Pollution Cassandra Kulay
The Color Blue: Darryl Peacock
The world of calm, tranquil and beauty turns chaotic cold and careless as I turn the pages of my youth to middle age, to old age. To reflect, as to gaze longingly At the shadowy images that come Crawling back to me from my past It haunts me to insanity I dare not question lest … Continue reading The Color Blue: Darryl Peacock
Fragmented: Hanna Friesen
There is truth a piece - a nugget that you share with me and away it goes into the schizms of my mind as I receive noddingly what you're saying... but because there is no connection between these schizms- as they are bolts of lightening - shooting around my pattered mind- the meaning is lost … Continue reading Fragmented: Hanna Friesen
Silence of a Still Day: James Adamson
Silence of a still day though the grass and trees sway in the air. Belonging to a power that encircles with your hug. Pressing for reasons that elude the captive audience of strangers that know the future but condemned me years ago Circling my life in a slow outward spiral like in a maze started … Continue reading Silence of a Still Day: James Adamson
Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris
It is Sunday morning twenty-eleven. Everyone is running an election, like Wild Bill Hickock in the Greatest Show on Earth, only a little more reserved I'm looking at the early beginning of the sunrise on the West Side of the sky. There is a rose pink shade above gentle thin clouds, a kind of blue … Continue reading Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris
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