By Charles Robert Lindholm
It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out Continue reading
syrup platinum tracks
yield silently as sleep
snail prints on the pavement
resemble morning ice
upon the wet concrete
reflecting light trapped
beneath the surface sheet
warm dampness condenses
against my window pane
reluctant mercury
zigzag trickles again
“I’ll be there if you need me.
The only problem is that
I’m not the one you need.”
I may not be able to fix anything that’s gone wrong. I may not be the one you want to turn to when you feel like drowning in your item ocean of sadness. But let me tell you something. I’m not like most people. I’ll continue being loyal. I’ll be there if you need me. Because I’ve got a free shoulder. The only problem is that the shoulder you seek belongs to someone else.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
Whether you need me or not,
I’m here.
That’s what matters.
in the still
before counting –
the breeze
once a sigh
ashes
leaves
falling down
did we find
our redemption –
a silent retreat
once remembered
can ne’er be
unknown
from a moment
of light
is a flickered
permission –
sparks unto flame
unto stars
lighting the darkness
filling our night
was the place
we were found –
to begin
. . .
Gliding down from far above
floating through some feathery clouds,
my dreams blending in the azure skies
forming a crimson hue
scattered on the faraway horizons,
and I breathing the gelid airs
smiling in blithe
for I met you
and the heart deciphered
the restlessness I nurtured all my life,
the old soul I desired is you, my love,
and in finding you I found my soul
there’s nothing to do ~ but to dream in the moment ~ let tomorrow be —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Photo: http://www.canstockphoto.fr
“Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through struggle”. Martin Luther King Jn.
The room went very quiet as we sat together,
it was a pigment of their imagination
that we were perhaps not quite right,
somehow an offence to
the workings of the universe,
but we sat none-the-less
making our mend
one conversation at a time,
bridging the gulf of
someone’s triumphant version of history,
grounding ourselves in each other,
making our paths straight.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Sunday
Photo courtesy of Janet Puddicombe
Flowers picked hastily
From the roadside growing wild
A peace offering for his girl
Hoping to cover his misdemeanor
With an impromptu show of love
And undying devotion
Before offering an apology
The challenge;
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accolades
of spring
are worn
in the blossoms
of fruit trees
hummingbirds feed
dancing between bees
days grow longer
inching towards
the sun
snow melts into
mountain creeks
which run
to you
growing
with love
like the hope
of a new season