Poetry

Poetry

Kissing the Ground, Instead

Every school day morning of my childhood, / I pledged allegiance, my hand on my heart, Nancee Cline
Poetry

First Day Prayer

Come sit with me / You Who Will Not Be Hurried, Ellen M. Ross
Poetry

ER

Six pink foam rollers frame her face. / She is wearing comfortable shoes. Christie Taylor
A distant view of a lone figure walking away from the camera down a flat snow-covered road. Poetry

Early March

Everything rumored about March is true. / You brute month, you howling monster month.  Ellen June Wright
A young person stands with their back to the camera, leaning against a slatted fence and looking out over a large body of water (presumably an ocean, but maybe a big lake) at sunset (or sunrise). Poetry

Peter Wonders about Death and Other Stuff

Imagine what you would feel like / if you did not exist. Nancy Thomas
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Praying with Crow

I am often left / empty of words, / language is of little use. Derek Polzer
Edward Hicks's painting, "Noah's Ark," features a line of animals, two by two, walking from right to left across the foreground, then doubling back and walking up a ramp into the ark, which looks like a giant warehouse plopped on top of a giant wooden boat. Poetry

The Time of Flooding

Noah had a vision. Vesta, his wife, listened. / She was strong and tall. Vesta cut Elaine Reardon
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Legacy

If legacy means long arms— / my grandfather’s smile Bill Shay
Colorful Textured Quilt Poetry

Turning a Row

how love inscribes its wanderings / in patterns in a Blocks and Strips sheening, Russell Endo
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Where I Go

My Walden Pond is not / even a lake or creek Laurinda Lind
The sun is rising (or setting?) behind a high mountain on a clear day. In the foreground, there's a smaller mountain, with what might be a church or a monastery at its peak. Poetry

Be Still

Don’t worry so much, and so often, / about yourself. James Littwin
Poetry

True My Eye

I am not the form I occupy nor / the mind stalking me. Mike Wilson
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