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 Feb 2017 RJW
Francie Lynch
We're deep to our waists
In February;
Trees look like a geriatric pool-fitness class,
And the grass,
Sparse as the bobbing skulls.

      I heard a lone Canada goose overhead,
     The V has left the others for dead;
     And a gray pall covers all
     With winter's threadbare spread.

The alarm is set,
The time is right,
The season's snug,
But not sleeping yet.

     Soon, the beast will close its eyes,
     And Spring will march in,
     Fresh and vigorous,
     Like a new recruit,
     Green and anxious.

She'll fire-up roots, flowers and leafs.
In the pool they'll sway in the breeze,
Branches touching in Spring's reprieve.
 Feb 2017 RJW
Stu Harley
rows and columns
of doves
made a field of
white roses
cooing underneath
a blue September moon
where the
inner peace shall bloom
 Feb 2017 RJW
Gaby Comprés
may i grow
so tall and bright,
so free and wild,
so brave and vibrant
that when you see me
standing
you think i am
a sunflower.
 Jan 2017 RJW
Chelsea Rae
Why couldn't I have been born with bare feet deep in dirt and grass?
Or with awesome dreaded hair that I can leave a ratted mess?
Face paint and bones for gauges.
I want to climb trees like business men fly through their floors on an elevator
And look over the top of the leaves
Like we look out our windows.
I'd like to eat food that hasn't been sprayed with chemicals and maybe find it myself.
Make my own pots and play in the mud.
I want wind and sun on my face with my spirit running wild.
Why can't I survive?
Instead of living and feeling like
Something's died inside?
A place without war and people always hating on another.
Live amongst animals
And run through the forest
With my companion right behind.
Why can't I be so deep in nature
As deep as we have our noses buried in our phones?

I want to breathe in the grass and the wet leaves that decorate the floor and sip from streams.

Why couldn't I have been born with a different type of free?
 Jan 2017 RJW
beth fwoah dream
in your love,
flame-roses,
seas of eternal summer,
the sweetest fires of
the heart.

in your love
clouds like sweeping rivers
dark caves of storm,
gold magics as bright as a lamp.

in your love
a wish to hold me forever
desire so strong
that i submit to your will.

in your love
more love than i can believe
emotions like the wildest seas
crazy desire
poetry that melts.

in your love
the winds of passion
burning
summer breezes
light as a rose,
me fainting
with pleasure.

in your love
a love that will last forever
joys, beautiful in their rose-paper
deaths,
seas so wild the wind blows.

in your love
your heart gold
my heart blue
emotions like dreams
so close the passion melts.
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