Art
is a seed
when well-planted
Brings forth the rarest fruit
of red revelation
and tart understanding.
Laurence Overmire, OR, USA
Monday 26 February 2007
Saturday 24 February 2007
In Full Bloom by Sandy Sue Benitez
He told me
I was a calla in full bloom
trapped inside a paper vase.
I wasn't sure what to say
so I smiled politely
and walked away. Towards the lilacs.
They offered me water
for parched eyes.
I was home now
but the walls needed to be scrubbed.
The rudeness of time
had changed them from purple
to grey.
And he was a thorn I would pull
when the pain was gone
leaving me numb
from the heart down.
Sandy Hiss, Wyoming, USA
I was a calla in full bloom
trapped inside a paper vase.
I wasn't sure what to say
so I smiled politely
and walked away. Towards the lilacs.
They offered me water
for parched eyes.
I was home now
but the walls needed to be scrubbed.
The rudeness of time
had changed them from purple
to grey.
And he was a thorn I would pull
when the pain was gone
leaving me numb
from the heart down.
Sandy Hiss, Wyoming, USA
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Two haiku by Christine Bruness
Stormy evening
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.
watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.
watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
Sunday 18 February 2007
Remains of the Day by Pete Lee
I lit a candle,
knelt before it,
left it burning
like hope...
returned at the
end of the day
to the ashes
of my house.
Pete Lee, California, USA
knelt before it,
left it burning
like hope...
returned at the
end of the day
to the ashes
of my house.
Pete Lee, California, USA
Sunday 11 February 2007
Our Time by Kirsten Anderson
The guide led us down the narrow lane
Of cobblestones sharp and uneven.
We emerged in the ancestral courtyard
Where under the diffuse northern light,
A verdigris-covered sundial foretold
The hour of our deaths.
Kirsten Anderson, California, USA
Of cobblestones sharp and uneven.
We emerged in the ancestral courtyard
Where under the diffuse northern light,
A verdigris-covered sundial foretold
The hour of our deaths.
Kirsten Anderson, California, USA
Sunday 4 February 2007
haiku by Pete Lee
air show: a baby
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber
Pete Lee, California, USA
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber
Pete Lee, California, USA
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