Don Wentworth’s latest issue encompasses nature and the inevitability of death. Below I am happy to share a few poems:
Late Afternoon Landscape
A dead juniper stripped of its scales;
two thirds of the moon
rolling through daylight; dry grass
between yellow and white; an oak
forest rippling beneath the ridgeline;
darkness moving upstream
climbing stone by stone.
By: David Chorlton, Phoenix AZ
This poem allows me to reminisce about my short time in Phoenix so I cannot help myself. It is a beautiful landscape and this poem captures it well.
thank the weeds
for pulling you
closer to the flowers
by: Rich Heller, Pittsburgh PA
This one’s for all you gardeners who grumble as you’re pulling weeds (I do when I’m at my parents’ house). Count your blessings!
While you were onstage reading another poem
A man carrying a garbage bag in the rain
performed the stations of the cross
and moved his lips in silent prayer.
By: Kyle Vaughn, Dallas TX
This poem proves that poetic moments happen beyond the poem itself, wonderful poem.
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2 comments:
Once again, I always love your selection from my selections! Puts the poems at different angles, always a good thing.
Cheers,
Don
Don,
Cheers to you, too, sir! Your collections are always perfectly cut gemstones.
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