Poets and poetry of print issue #142, chosen by assistant editors Tama and Frosty!...
Frosty: "Tama, issue #141
isn't in the mail yet- are we
isn't in the mail yet- are we
just too eager about
beginning the next issue?"
Tama: "Frosty, fine poetry shouldn't have to wait on
the diverse nuances of
mister editor- onward,
Frosty! Ever onward with the
blessings of poets and their poetry!". . .
poet pl wick Empire, Colorado...
building a meadow wall
each stone fitting atop
as it is supposed an old wall prominence
stacked lichen covered
there is no perfectness grass tufts grown in-
yet the pygmy owl
there is harmony surveys
in its functionality his meadow domain
poet Fred Donovan South Chatham, Massachusetts
warm breeze—
pink blossoms cling
to her brown hair
windswept beach—
snow fills in frozen
footprints
lunar eclipse—
my shadow dissolves
into the red earth
the lull
before the next wave—
gull cry
poet Jo Balistreri Genesee Depot, Wisconsin
on the back porch
wind rocks
in the chair beside me
without a job lone leaf drifting
poet Dorothy Mclaughlin Somerset, New Jersey
guest room closet
coat hangers
long empty
cloudy night
remembering where
the moon belongs
light
and shadows
today's softness
(above by assistant editors Tama and Frosty)
poet Teresinka Pereira Toledo. Ohio
poet Teresinka Pereira Toledo. Ohio
HOMELESS
Defeat of man
that abused by humanity
almost lost
the human condition
beheaded by his fate
homeless
bearing witness
of lack of true life
I look at him with
silent tears
subdued by impotency
humiliated for not
knowing what to do.
Cindy Evans Duluth, Georgia
Ferris Wheel
ayaz daryl nielsen
Cindy Evans Duluth, Georgia
I've heard love is this mountain top
and there's all this magic and mirth,
but I feel love is a ferris wheel
grounded here on earth.
Sometimes it takes you up -
you soar to a sweet, serene sky--
sometimes it drops you down -
you feel the fall from on high.
Sometimes it gently rocks you...
you float so delicately...
the sun is warm on your face...
sunshine is all you see.
Sometimes there's a sinking sensation -
you know you're riding low;
sometimes you have to sit and wait
until it begins to go --
yet, with all these rises and rests,
with all the undeniable descents,
I still say the ride's worth the while
and time that's beautifully spent.
and there's all this magic and mirth,
but I feel love is a ferris wheel
grounded here on earth.
Sometimes it takes you up -
you soar to a sweet, serene sky--
sometimes it drops you down -
you feel the fall from on high.
Sometimes it gently rocks you...
you float so delicately...
the sun is warm on your face...
sunshine is all you see.
Sometimes there's a sinking sensation -
you know you're riding low;
sometimes you have to sit and wait
until it begins to go --
yet, with all these rises and rests,
with all the undeniable descents,
I still say the ride's worth the while
and time that's beautifully spent.
Thank you, pl, Fred, Jo, Dorothy, Teresinka, Cindy!
Well done, assistant editors! We'll soon have two issues of bear creek haiku in the mail, numbers 141 and 142! And now, extra treats for all!
Happy meows, and, a sincere 'soon, again, friend', from us...
Happy meows, and, a sincere 'soon, again, friend', from us...
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com
