summer day morning breezes set the trees to dancing in rhythm with the tao and the sprightly redbird song all is still at noontime slow
Tag: Poetry
Two Poems By Frank William Finney
I Met an Old Muse who lived on toast and tepid tea and napped in a chair in the library. One day she woke up
Seventeens By Maurice O’Sullivan
Seventeens At seventeen, my world gleamed green and I, a lad astute and keen, believed that if I could persist no bounds or limits would
Plea to the Bill Collector By Richard Matta
Plea to the Bill Collector Yes, Youth is mired with debt in loans from Luck who carries its notes and won’t forgive chances to unburden
The Wasp’s Nest By Wren Jones
The Wasp’s Nest Plant stems and wood fibers mesh with waters, thin grey sheets emerge from yellow and black queens, gift wrapping precious oval sack,
Last Supper By Don Niederfrank
Last Supper She graces us with her presence— Gracious presence, divine and hers. But leaning with damned dependence On one who shared easier years. We
Grand Little Things 