Word Of The Day Poems By You! Dry Ink by Samantha O. from Miller Place, NYThe sun is setting. The sailboats are in clusters far out past the buoys. The beach is a picture already painted. A photograph already developed. And though I can feel the sand underneath my feet and the salt on my lips, It has already been. Wind has already brushed through my hair, The end of the shore has already come and gone. My riled eyes now lost in the division. Between where high tides began and the setting sun disappeared at the world’s end. The boats already docked and the sailors already asleep. And the red, red sunrise already burst into the darkness. I followed it to the beginning of all things. And there is where I found you, already in love. Untitled by Vani B. from SingaporeMorning peak Rail Break down and late ATM turns bare When I wait there I look for Taxi None do I see Sulky security Cue for my identity In the crowded eatery My order is awry Purveyor in store No reply and ignore The guy behind Jumps the line Teen at home smug With Ear phone plugged Occasional rile I strain a smile Refrain myself being hostile Untitled by Miranda B. from Butler, PAA green glass dish a butterscotch wish on the edge of the mahogany buffet. On a doily, white and clean the lid was all that was seen as I reached up my 5 year old hand. My fingers scraped the rim Cellophane twists poured in by him Sweetest taste of my grandfather- granddaughter dyad. Two by Two by Linda B. from Colonial Heights, VAIf Noah had known, perhaps, that most famous proponent of the dyad component would have saved future generations untold frustration had he brought the unicorns and smashed the mosquitoes! Untitled by Myla T. from British Colombia, CanadaA beautiful crazy mess A long way from ideal Loving, passionate, complex Confusing flawed and real Not the picture perfect dyad We succeed, we also fail Emotions awry, happy, sad I call it an authentic fairytale Bedroom floors not laced with gold But incandescent is the heart’s glow Worth more than that of precious stones A rare treasure only few know We don’t live in glamorous conditions But the allure of this connection knows no limits We are human and our mistakes make magic Every time we work through conflict We do not exist in eternal utopia Rather we strive for continuous growth Because through up and down motions of love We build strength that we need most A bond formed whole and clean Comprised of damaged pieces of clutter You and I take on the world as a team Standing tall as a unified structure Untitled by Dave S. from Johnson City, TNCold fingers. Morning lingers. Keyboard bemoaning It’s daily stoning. It says to me, Pretentiously, To my dismay, Not so glib today? Shrug it off. A sudden cough. Feeling south, Cover my mouth. A word lands In my hands. Heat spilt, I grab the hilt. Fingers violent. Keyboard silent. Nothing to say. Not today. No more talk. From Writer’s Block. Untitled by Deb E. from Prenton, UKI’m glib, suggestive and wild, A likeable, naughty young child. I know right from wrong, Can tell short from long, So why am I quite so reviled? Untitled by Mandy C. from Newton, NJYour words, Ever glib, ever soothing, Slide down my heartstrings and into my soul. And I, Ever the fool, let the song play. Omphaloskepsis by Susan W. from Orlando, FLHalfway down my body there is a tiny button. Early on the chord was cut, the common way, most wanton. Life line gone and left alone, a being just left stranded. How to sustain- when on this hole, a lot of lint has landed? Meaning’s Meaning and Other Looped Thoughts by Joseph D. from Chicago, ILWind and rain blast I don’t hear them. Thunder and lightning I am still. Still I sit, still I brood, Cross-legged, cross-brained, cross and sore, I sit on this straw mat and hum some mantra. Omphaloskepsis overcomes me, and I dig out a piece of lint. No one is watching me meditate I hope. Untitled by Joe M. from Chisago City, MNDon’t think much of omphaloskepsis, Can’t think of anything nice to say Of staring at your belly button All the livelong day. While you’re staring at your navel Trying for introspection, There’s a great big beautiful world Waiting for your inspection.