windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some
purple red
some
green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one

1630

As from the earth the light Balloon
Asks nothing but release—
Ascension that for which it was,
Its soaring Residence.
The spirit looks upon the Dust
That fastened it so long
With indignation,
As a Bird
Defrauded of its song.

Last night I dreamt
I was a butterfly
light,  so light
as I glided like a feather on high--

all around was an endless expanse
of flowers of all colours---I
could hear them say---' You are not dreaming'
( I woke up ---still desiring I could fly).

When I was a younger man
Time moved so much quicker
There was always something happening
Always something changing
Somewhere to go
Something to catch up with
Or even to escape from
People came and went
Then came and went again
"Where's he living these days?"
"Who knows what's happening?"

Now things are quieter and calmer
In this age of ghosts
In the land of the lost and lonely
Where once there was speed
There's nowhere to go
And nothing much changes
Even my dreams remain the same
As, with an unaccustomed patience
I write poems
And wait

                              By Phil Roberts

Did there a shadow move
a stealthy feet
upon darkening bush?

The deer's woof
races heartbeat
before silence
closes like noose.

Will the pool
that beams the moon
draw a trunk
to the lure of cool?

And upon the wind
without a word
was it a streak
of a passing leopard?

The peacock cries
you're close to the ground
presence is aloud
in the slightest sound.

The jungle glows
in silver light
there are eyes
that spot you right.

Happiness, is like a flower blooming
Its petals hid, its beauty looming
Then it unfolds, in all its splendor
To makes us feel, so warm and tender
WIZDUMBs BY JA 355

Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses

in my dream,*
we lay in a field of daisies
talking like we weren't strangers
we were two souls laughing like crazy
and this was our moment to savor

in my dream,
you recited about the moon and her lustrous tales
like it was your mouth's native language
i stare at your moving lips and wondered about its taste
fond details that my mind could never damage

in my dream,
we were happy, we were full of light
as the daisies around us swayed in the breeze
i stayed wrapped under your arms, fearing no flight
wanting this all to last like how it's supposed to be