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 Oct 2023
beth fwoah dream
boy, i give you a blowing rose,
a glittering star,

the autumn shakes and glides,
hangs on leaves, waters the
sun,

the stars tremor in the water,
breathe of sky and silver bird,

the night is a closed eye, a
river of frost,
where the dark, born
of root and winding dream,
stretches like a flower,

in our love we found a
leafy woodland lane,
we strided the skies like
birds of dream,

love hung from our lips,
the white ribs of the breeze
holding our burning hearts,

love so raw it flowered,
opening out like an origami
swan,

the shadows lengthen,
dissolve into wooden gate
and hollowed out tree.
sky
how exquisite is my sky today!
rosey and white cloud-banked around
her smile
her ever-present smile
sun-brightened
twittering
moon-brightened
humming
how lovely is my sky today!
bears love her
buffaloes move under her
winds scrub her cerulean eyes clean
storms race past her
pushing beyond her domed curve
to the sea
cloud-ridden, she lets them win
how precious is my sky today!
a treasure at the end of the rainbow
a ray of hope for all
is my sky today!


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
For TSHB with love
 Oct 2023
nivek
Angels do appear from nowhere
yet have come from somewhere.
π‘π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘‘,
π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘‘,
π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘‘,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Ž π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑗𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑏𝑒 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘  𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘–π‘‘
π‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘–π‘–π‘“π‘œπ‘™π‘–π‘Ž 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘ 
𝐼𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’,
𝑂𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑛 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ,
𝐼𝑛 π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘ .
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘›
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘™π‘¦;
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘π‘’β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘œπ‘š.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘—π‘’π‘šπ‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’...
𝑀𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘π‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘π‘œπ‘¦
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘£π‘œπ‘–π‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦,
π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘  π‘Ž 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘’...
𝐴 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’,
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘β„Žπ‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘ β„Ž...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”
π‘†π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘—π‘Žπ‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’ 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’!
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’!
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘’,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑖𝑑𝑠 β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ,
π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘™π‘–π‘’π‘ 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘™π‘–π‘’π‘ ...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘’,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ž π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ 
π‘Šπ‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘šπ‘¦ π‘—π‘Žπ‘π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘’,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑠
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'π‘š π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘₯𝑦𝑔𝑒𝑛...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'π‘š 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘œπ‘₯𝑦𝑔𝑒𝑛...
𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦,
𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’
𝐼 π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘ ...
 Oct 2023
Mike Adam
Tussock
Small
Grass,
Within
Mammalian tremor-

Mouse alive
Without

Vastness of Space
 Oct 2023
OD
The silence
Deafening
The lack of touch
Excruciating
The air
Thickening

My eyes deceiving me
My feet failing me
My breath leaving me

I need you
My pillar
My strength
My stability

But

You’re nothing but a memory
Your voice is only
a sound that goes bump in the night
And
Your touch impossible.

A crippling realization hits me

When they look into my eyes
How do they not see?
That they are vacant behind?
 Oct 2023
sofolo
Collar my throat and pull until it chokes. Rip me into a smile & hairspray the grin. An aluminum can to lacquer the split ends. β€œEverything’s fine”, he says. For the love of god, call the guards when I’m carving the walls with my claws. Zip-tie my zealous thoughts and draw my blood. Tap the microphone and read the results. The infection sings like a loon bellowing. Soon I’ll be gone. & with your leash tightening, I scream: β€œBe wary, my children of the master. His ways are tricky and his fingers are alabaster.”
 Oct 2023
nivek
Green and blue
a touch of red
eclipsed by a Rainbow

Ah! but the Moon
in full bloom
steals the show

Oh No! a Sunrise
or Sunset
beats all colours

But Alas for us!
a Flower in Winter
is the sure fire winner.
all relative of course
 Oct 2023
guy scutellaro
i asked her to dance.

"so,"Β Β she smiles, "dance with me,

sometimes
I feel like
I'm almost gone

and i want you
to hold me,
she says,
hold me tighter

I want you to feel
my heart beating
and tell me
you'll never
let me go.

will you think of me?"
she asks, smiles,
always?"


rain is the night's
beating heart
icy heart,
wind and rain
and a memory
birds are winging west

tired and broken
the ribbon in her hair
footsteps echo
going down the hall

and i could tell by
her smile
she's not coming back

fumbling
shards of broken heart
fall through cupped fingersΒ Β Β Β 

here comes the night.
 Oct 2023
Chris Saitta
Love is a thousand women who fail to amount to one,
Peasant seductress with bared shoulders of red dun-colored roads and candle smoke,
Who pours down her wet, ungoverned hair, like a fast-fading storm to dry over Aurelian walls,
In that dark sneer of sultriness over the sentry-like stillness of ramparts and stone,
A wasp in water whose sibilance comes from what the sting makes,
Like the upgathered phalanx of spears in the sand,
Or the sisters of fate who have coiled their hair as sunset snakes,
Her fingertips ***** into me like much-traveled and ancient rain.
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