Poetry: A good shattering
by George Daranyi If the choice is: Receiving An old platitude Or A comfortable lie Or A good shattering From the truth Of your life Choose the shattering When life delivers The Big Cut You could live in A state of perpetual disappointment Of Pathos Of Weakness Or You could choose A good shattering Choose the shattering Where you gulp For air Like a fish In a stale pond Where your eyes Don’t stop bleeding Te! ars Like the mother Of a...
Poetry: A knowing heart
by Eric Diamond Be thankful for the grief in autumn, rust on weathervanes, sour plums, and soothing words for the sad, four-leav’d heart. I let bygones be bygones, then went after bigger fish to fry. Try my speckled perch with artichoke heart. Numbed by news, dark grey overcoats of despair huddle in doorways in the city they call Broken Heart. Owls track scurrying field mice, while hawks cast shadows on wounded squirrels. Both covet...
Poetry: My Sons
by Kit Lueder Sometimes my sons are Children of the Sun, Intense and radiant, Excited and streaming with energy. Sometimes my sons are Children of the Stars, Steady and ever-present, Independent and limitless. Sometimes my sons are Children of the Moon, Cool and distant, Not avoiding but not reaching out. Sometimes my sons are Children of Venus, Affectionate and loving, Close and considerate. Sometimes my sons are Children of Mars,...
Poetry: Rope swing
by Wayne Lee Seine rope is best, sixty-four strands of softest Norwegian twine, strong enough to lift the leads and rings up from the bottom of the sea, high toward the power block, lay them back down heavy as a slumbering whale on the afterdeck. Seine rope makes the safest swings, soft and strong, made for every weather, woven like steel – the very best work a father can do for his child. ———— [This poem...