Freedom
The bird in the blue
It flew and it grew
To a place where it
knew how to be.
*
Longing in short
He’s miles away, he smiles away. Distance is grey.
Sarah Hulme is a Durham University graduate who enjoys writing poetry as a way to understand thoughts, feelings and the world we live in.
Frost Moon, November
Cold and desiccated, the full moon
Broods just above the hills,
Its light through autumn haze
Like dust rising from ice.
*
Bristlecone Pine
Rooted the hard way into stone
And exposed to inhuman weather,
Nothing ever disturbs it inside
Its exoskeleton of loneliness.
*
Drought
Doves on a stunned afternoon
Flutter from dust to branch and back again,
Gray and taupe, seeds of rain clouds
With nowhere to take root.
**
Don Thompson was born and raised in Bakersfield, California, and has lived in the southern San Joaquin Valley for most of his life. He has been publishing poetry since the early sixties, including a dozen books and chapbooks. For more information and links to his publications, visit his website San Joaquin Ink (don-e-thompson.com).
It is something to understand
you share the space between the sky
and the land
the time that falls from jumping
to standing
the beat of breathing
the peak and plunge of the sun
But as stone to grain,
from mist to rain,
It’s another thing to change
Danielle Dix is a poet with a tendency to focus on the challenges that people create within themselves. She is ruled by her impulsive nature, drools for travel, and is compiling a set of poems that she hopes will not fall prey to abandonment in a cardboard box. She tweets at @DanielleNoelDix.
Silver in your eyes
spinning dimes
reflecting light
projecting your fall of night
flashing chrome against the hue
of electric blue
in you
and yours against mine catching
the shine of those specks
echoing death
and out from within
without their spin
the ferryman’s bill
the silver still
Danielle Dix is a poet with a tendency to focus on the challenges that people create within themselves. She is ruled by her impulsive nature, drools for travel, and is compiling a set of poems that she hopes will not fall prey to abandonment in a cardboard box. She tweets at @DanielleNoelDix.
Good Days
The
pavement
looks
up
it
sees
the
light
hope
is
the
streets
and
rain
that
shine.
The Better of a Rainy Day
Thinking
of
the
light
the
glow
of
a
home
hope
is
the
lamp
shade
beside
the
road.
Danny P. Barbare resides in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been published in Birmingham Arts Journal and Stone Coast Review. He lives with his wife and family and small dog Miley.
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