 clouds
peak
Page 2 two silences
under one umbrella... tiny coffin park bench...
her hand resting on his white cane one stone chased by many echoes into the abyss Brett
Brady
after the rain
garden boots break the clouds empty driver's seat...
raindrops on a young woman's face eclipse -
the crow lands on the moon lips get closer -
harvest moon in his eyes cold rain -
headlights pierce through the night Natalia L. Rudychev a spider's web concealed in flowers' scent
Jens-Chr. Kjaer grandma's funeral -- her week old grandson cries the most Charishma Ramchandani sea mist
the other ferry there, not there stone faces in the garden a rival poet stalled car –
ankle-deep in green traffic lights Lorin Ford dappled ground
the new butterfly lifting its wings Colin Stewart Jones samba...
my feet dance under the table Angelika Wienert homecoming
the final mile scented by seaweed pardon me? the map seller asks for directions leaves turn . . .
my daughter's face in her grandmother's mirror scent of autumn
cigarettes hidden in her schoolbag Susan Constable moonlit night
where stars twinkle - the lights of an airplane Aruna Rao what is it
about birdsong, black cat? wasp in a jar - is there a point to your anger? Alan D. Taylor dappled light...
two pigeons perched on an old grave in a brisk breeze
a white feather clings to the path Frank Williams mountain stream
only her ankles dip-in dating my teeth
she finds fault with a crooked one Paul Cordeiro heat wave --
a chat over the fence at midnight Angelika Wienert fresh flowers
on a gravestone father's day early autumn
trees beside the creek hold onto their leaves dusk the wattle bird veers toward a moth small garden the thin woman touches a daffodil meditation group
I concentrate on holding my fart Myron Lysenko after the wildfire pink lady-slippers trek up the black velvet path Elizabeth Howard Copyright © 2006 by Dustin Neal. All rights are retained by the respective authors. |