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.
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
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
I strain a smile
Refrain myself being hostile
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
of my grandfather- granddaughter dyad.
Two by Two
by Linda B. from Colonial Heights, VAIf Noah had known,
that most famous proponent
of the dyad component
would have saved
had he brought the unicorns
and smashed the mosquitoes!
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
by Dave S. from Johnson City, TNCold fingers.
It’s daily stoning.
It says to me,
To my dismay,
Not so glib today?
Shrug it off.
A sudden cough.
Cover my mouth.
A word lands
In my hands.
I grab the hilt.
Nothing to say.
No more talk.
From Writer’s Block.
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?
by Mandy C. from Newton, NJYour words,
Ever glib, ever soothing,
Slide down my heartstrings and into my soul.
Ever the fool, let the song play.
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
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.