The poems on these pages will soon be added to an archive magazine. If your poems are included here, or on the Visual Poetry page, they will automatically be available in a magazine format. Keep watching this space for more updates. 

 

 

 

 

hollyhocks in rain

remember the scarlet sun

flower embers glow

 

little green men on stilts

play in the garden

fiddles unwinding 

coming and going

silent light clap shakes the sea

two ends of the day

 

fire rainbow

arches cloud to cloud

unharnessed

restless ocean

a coiled snake

pauses between waves

 

 

Ingrid Bruck, a nature poet and wildflower gardener, lives in Pennsylvania Amish country. Her short forms appear in Leaves of Ink, Halcyon Days, Unbroken Journal and Plum Tree Tavern. 

 Two pieces from Patricia McGovern

 

Unblemished pages

Purity unyielding.

The book within, is buried deep.

 

Jewels shimmer in sunshine,

Distant diamonds,

Windows of the tower block. 

Three from Louise Peters

 

Resting coracles

atop the water. Picture

the wonder below.

 

Morning page: watch me

gaze across brightening sky and

gather drifting dreams.

 

 

See how my heart glides

sliding under your stare to

a place you can't know.

 

 

Lilac scent fades

as summer rain stirs roses,

soft, sweet - mm, breathe deep.

A Spine Haiku Poem

                        Karen Barton

 

Public Library,

                                              Ali Smith

A Brief History of the Future,

                                              John Naughton

Lost in the Funhouse,

                                              John Barth

 

      Two more by Karen Barton

 

grey and yellow sky

heat haze thickens, clouds play drums,

lightening cleaves the air

 

A white cup, ringed, stained

Vermillion with beetroot.

My soup of the day

 

Karen Barton is an emerging poet and art historian living in a dilapidated quarryman's cottage in the heart of Wiltshire. In her previous existence she was a reporter for Salsa World Magazine and arts reviewer for local radio. Her work has been published a The Curly Mind, Quatrain Fish, I Am Not A Silent Poet amongst others. 

One by Jill Cooper

 

Talking hands

Waving swaying blathering


With a cathartic sway


Burning up the words


With just a flourish of the hand,

Embellishing the truth


Striking at the sky


To embellish an enormous lie


Like sheets flapping in the breeze,

Telling the tale while moving the air


With a fabulous fanfare


Fervently flailing,

Gesturing, gesticulating


Eventually resting sleeping


No more to be said

Dragonflies

 

morning settles

spreads its arms

gathers the lake waters

into streaks of sunlight

you swim between

warm green and cool skin

blue, yellow eyed dragonflies

swoop

hang in the air

hover

land on reeds

jutting from the edges

their wide eyes

stare at you

marble like

you follow their

wavering blueness

deep in the lake

into blacker water

you’re treading

to stay afloat

sends ripples

to the shore

the dragonfly buzzes

in circles

swoops through the haze

lake weed, waterlilies

deepening mud

at lake bottom

 

One morning

 

you catch me

unaware

with a sweet

hungry kiss

that swallows me

and you undo your hair 

your skin drizzles down

like a soft rain shower

the touch of your fingers

on my naked chest

your heartbeat

awakening

and the sun

bathes our bodies

fiery passion gushes

like a waterfall

after the spring melt

 

Jay S Zimmerman, is a visual artist and poet resides in Muncie, Indiana His work appears in Three Line Poetry, Flying Island, New Verse News and the Rats Ass Review.

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