Archive for Free Form
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STOIC PRECEPTS • by James Graham
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‘Desire what you already have’.
Free Form, Inspirational, Other
I wish to see again the silver cat
that pads about my garden, spying all ways,
staring, stalking, chasing a blowing leaf.
His name is Max, and he hallucinates.
He sees fat blackbirds land on fence-posts,
throws himself at them.
I wish for the knack of conjuring
this cat into a poem. I wish
for as much poetic skill
as [...]
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DISTANCE • by J.D. Di Lella
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Far away
Free Form, Inspirational, Literary, Other, Poems
from the touch
that comforted me
when despair followed me like a shadow
nourishes one
very young
inside you
who only feels the tickle of the toes from above the skin
while tucked safely in a belly.
One day
some day
soon
I will touch you both
with more than
words.
J.D. Di Lella is a fourth year Assistant Professor of Bilingual Education at Eastern New Mexico University. Regardless of [...]
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AN AUDIENCE OF ONE • by Casey Quinn
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an audience
Free Form, Humour/Satire, Narrative, Poems
of one
but millions
in the mind
cheer on
an aged
dreamer
the almost
rocker
hits a final
out
of tune
note
soap based
microphone
placed
back
on the stand
curtains
open
and he
exits
his stage.
Casey Quinn writes prose and poetry. He is also the editor of the online magazine Short Story Library.
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FOLDED POEMS • by Tina Cole
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Poems are folded inside me
Free Form, Literary, Poems
in tiny tissue paper scraps
yellowed with age and their
long time waiting; others embrace
bigness like bed sheets folded
corner to corner and steam ironed
so that when opened they map
a journey of thoughts; some are
screwed into tight bundles, discarded
again and again only to be reclaimed,
revised; smoothed out; accepted.
The lucky few have found an
envelope, are [...]
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WORD • by Anuradha Vijayakrishnan
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Mango jam made yesterday, or last
Free Form, Literary, Poems
month. In your kitchen, beneath
the towel rack where you do not
hang a blue and white towel
any more.
I dip two fingers right into the jam and remember
to do it quietly. Because you might
still hear me, come storming in from
the bedroom where the bed
lies unmade now.
I wipe my hands on my skirt [...]
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AT DAY’S END • by dj barber
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at
Free Form, Nature, Poems
day’s end
a darkened sky
sprinkles starlight
on snowcapped mounts
reflected in cool alpine lakes
at day’s end
the gentle winds
whisper softly through
ponderosa pine and aspen
the sweet lullaby of the gloaming
at day’s end
when crickets chirp
a lone wolf call beckons
through snowcapped mounts
a darkened sky of sprinkled starlight
From the hinterlands of the Willamette Valley, DJ Barber writes. Hopefully a tale will come your [...]
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HEADSTONES • by Wordsculptor
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Vanished people leave headstones in my life.
Free Form, Literary, Poems
Monoliths and cairns scattered
in uncomfortable miscellany
finger every contemplation.
Engravings of joy and sorrow
mark their passage
in crevasses of remembrance.
Some bring summer sunshafts
into dismal days;
friends who come, open and in welcome,
bringing encouragement in unwrapped parcels.
Others, in accusation, bring curtains of darkness
to ambush bright moments;
enemies in disguise and deception,
cloaked hurt and harm.
There are [...]

