Grace

Grace Dec 2023

the emerald pines breathe
through the cold, forbidden prayer
of Winter's old mass.

the ancient, forest steeple

Grace Dec 2023

A breath held;
a mollusk in the sea,
its shell
so small and fragile,
overtaken
by the wild ocean in a great, swirling motion.

It will be empty now.

Dec 2023

Eshwara Prasad

A wish for the new year

Let peace unfold.

Dec 2023

Eshwara Prasad

Silence

Silence is a gateway to eternity.

Dec 2023

Kurt Philip Behm

Roots

Forget the past
—and the future is lost

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Grace Dec 2023

the martyr of cowards

I speak so loudly
and in anger but you do not hear me
because in anger
I will hold my thoughts like breath
hoping, needlessly
that you will see and hear
my wrath;

only away does it subside into the atmosphere

Grace Dec 2023

genuinely unsure haiku

burning in the cold,
breath heavy and thick like clouds
that keep us apart

not knowing is its own flame
and it burns wildly in my heart,
perhaps in spite or because of
you