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i.

impressionist,
where the grey
clouds and the blue
ice of winter
gather their ghosts,

winter, too cold,
too white, the
woodland hollows
dent,
summer love

discarded in
the frost,

the sky oaken,
the moon’s forget-me-knots
silvery dream.

ii.

clouds like wintery steel,
sunken, in a night pool,
the golds of my heart,

the lodestar gathers
moss and rook,
glimmers in a sky
of woven cloth,
her leaves, the trees
of winter,
her leaves, the dark
breath of the storm.


iii.

winter and quiet stars
brooding emperor
sleeping in the twilight
hour,
winter dreams of
strange ice caverns
where ice ghosts
dance with twisting
hair.

iv.

pond of ice,
snow bear,
snow dream,

sleep unwraps

wide avenues of
trees,

sleep, the dark girl,
the falling tide.

v.

twig breaks under foot,
earth’s thrones
settle in the lizardy light

the moon rises in the sky,
soft centuries of sky.
i should add that this is waterlilies in winter the original poem was autumn inspired. i'd like to do spring and summer at some point as well!
 Jan 2017
Lazhar Bouazzi
Through the moiré windowpane -
By my leaden writing desk -
I saw a host of dark clouds
Hastening to their somber task
Like a herd of frightened sheep
Shrouded ‘neath the callous mask
Of the night - on the way home.

Through the moiré window pane
A question stood in my way again:
What is a cloud that leaves shut
The flask* of an announced rain?

© LazharBouazzi, 30/12/2016
*The image of the flask is a reworking of the famous cliché in Arabic: "ينزل المطر كأفواه القِرب" "The rain falls like open flasks" (my translation), the equivalent of the cliché in English: "It's raining cats and dogs."
This is the room I will die in
a rosary,
beads for the crying.

There's a sermon
I still have to hear
because
we are nothing if not hopeful
of life.

In Spring
when new roots start to grow and
hummingbirds sing
when the rivers swell and
all is well,
well
it'll be different then.

men are always as this
wanting the taste of one
more loving kiss
before the end of
the movie show

in the back seats
slow.

Spring and the roots will grow
again.
 Dec 2016
Rainey Birthwright
.
When I fell, from you,
Into loves' violet eye,
Sea spray in my ears,
I was on the strands,
By the creeping seas.

Sky called, a tannoy,
Screed from seabirds
And the sands sunken,
Tapered me by footfall,
Such recurring dreams,

Air howling our names,
The horizon lit in flame,
We were twined in kelp
And arms rail embrace
On strands where I fell.
 Nov 2016
Shawn Adams
When this fever breaks the levee
Salt water eroding the sand
A sea of old emotions
That got out of hand
A Hot water tsunami
Ignored the warning
A sunset hidden
Beyond the clouded thought
 Nov 2016
Erika Soerensen
The cemetery trees are dancing in the wind.
Shimmying unapologetically
like a chorus line of boozed up
Burlesque dancers.

Some are tall and regal with pointed crowns,  
Isosceles dresses, neat and tidy,
Complete with Pine colored tutus.
Whoosh!
Like entering a room sliding
On your knees.
Whoosh!
Like someone breathing fresh life
Into you.
Mysterious but holy,
Divine yet impermanent.
Whoosh!
Strong yet fragile,
Gliding with the wind
In this game called life.
(and death)

Some have solid legs
And big shiny afros,
Showing everyone how
It's REALLY done.
Bump. Grind.
Confident yet elegant,
Bump Grind.
Full of themselves in the
Best way possible,
Bump! Grind!
Living.  Being.  Rejoicing.

Others have tassels
dangling from their limbs.
Shimmy!  Shake!
Shimmy! Shake!
Teasing me with their
Devastating beauty,
Shimmy! Shimmy! Shake!
Revealing my longing,
My passions,
For what?
I don't really know.
Shimmy! Shake!
Feeding me an elixir
Of fresh sweet hope
To drown freely, once again,
In immortal youth.

They all weave themselves
In the wind.
Acknowledging my existence
Through movement.
Using interpretive dance
As a symbolic conversation.

Happy to see me,
Welcoming me to their land.
Welcoming me home.
Welcoming me to
NOW.

.
 Oct 2016
Paula Waters
4:25...
...The rain hits the metal pane
My locked door struggles inside
I lay in darkness fully awake
I guess no sleep for me tonight
My mind sifting through staggered thoughts
Each one creating feelings of loss
I'm stranded in a room of darkness
No light paves a way out
My lips and brows steadily decline
To a truth I'm unable to harness...
....4:59
Written in 2013
 Jul 2016
Rainey Birthwright
I loved you so
White as the swan
In purest snow

O white love
I will hover high
Let me sail above


I loved you true
Real as sky, oak on hill
Dancing in blue

O white love
Sing me eternal
In healing flame


I lost my one self
In the narrow straights
Sea depths, outer shelfs

O white love
I remember our face
Prideful without name


I wanted to wake
But was drowned in dream
A daymare you would nae break
 Jul 2016
Ann Beaver
Baptized by the sun
Oak and pine
Out of time. Words do come.
Color through the line
Who put it there after all?

Meet new yous
All along the way
Figure out how to lose
And what to say
To the lions in your head.

These are all the things I've never said.
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