Tuesday, November 28, 2017

'kestrel, hovering' So, too, poetry: normal, Alan Yount, t. kilgore splake, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, Jo Balistreri, Teresinka Pereira, and! Judith Partin-Nielsen. . .


Insist assistant editors 
Tama and Frosty:

"And we have all these 
fine poems hovering 
around our desk!  
Mister Editor, let's
honor as many of 
them as we can!"

Excellent suggestion,
noble assistant editors-
we'll begin right now!


poet normal
Saugerties, New York

in lasting tribute
to the residency
of humankind,
children
somewhere
still hold hands singing
on the long walk home                   
                 poet Alan Yount
                 Columbia, Missouri                                                

                 BUDDHA STATUE ON A WINDOW SHELF

                 got buddha statue 

                 from a friend.  curtains barely

                 breathe, across his head.



poet t. kilgore splake
Calumet, Michigan

searching wilderness shadows

 like monk circling cloister

   quietly seeking wisdom


                                    poet ashes scattered

                                    remote stream waters

                                    feeding rainbow souls



poet Carl Mayfield
Rio Rancho, New Mexico

Empathy with the Fragment

                                      a quiet life
                                      lives in the apple trees
                                      each leaf
                                      testifying



poet Jo Balistreri                        poet Patrician Carragon
Genesee Depot, Wisconsin              Brooklyn, New York 

on the back porch                       vapor clouds
wind rocks                               rise from my teapot
in the chair beside me                  Winter cold blues

         sitting Shiva                              pastoral silence
         in silence                                 inner cacophony
         the falling rain                          speaks





                               poet Teresinka Pereira
                               Toledo, Ohio

                               TREE

                               The tree has freedom
                               without looking
                               at the world.
                               But the sky can see it
                               in the storm,
                               and the wind
                               may disturb its peace.
                               I look at its shade,
                               at the green leaf,
                               at the sculpture
                               of its branches,
                               and I think,
                               there is the perfection
                               in existence!

                                                                       

                       poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
                       Longmont, Colorado

Blessed squirrels doing
their spiritual practice
Chewing off pieces
of the prayer flag
to build their nest

                                 wanting to go home
                                 longing toward that place
                                 now only remembered

                                 still, I see the horizon



Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

Blues, oh so blue
bluesman, Blues Brothers
Blessed Virgin - blue -
blue wave, blue
dolphin riding - blue -
blue, Stevie Ray blue
guitar and blow that sax
jazz man bluesman,
blue, blue bluer than
that cold blue night
blue moon, blue Miles
blowing that blue Bitches
Brew, Kind of Blue, blue
rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet
blowing blue, blue
and so gone, gone and
blue blown blues away.


Noble Assistant Editors, you've created a very worthy post!


and all these poets are  
among our 'most favorite'. . .
ready for some 
extra special treats?

   (obviously, we are)




see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen


                     darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com                                           


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