Friday, December 8, 2017

kitty purrs: poets Joanna M. Weston, Juanita Torrence-Thompson, Paula Yup, t. kilgore splake, James B. Peters, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, Judy Katz-Levine, and, Bijoy Kant Dubey!

                          poet Joanna M. Weston
                     Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia                              

   the newsboy
   cast in bronze
   still delivering

                                                the mailman
                                                in bronze
      the prison becomes
              a famous library -
              books on time
                                                   wild roses
                                                   in sunlight -
      by the stream -
      our faded photo

                   poet Juanita Torrence-Thompson
                          Bayside, New York

               HAIKU #11  --  FLORAL ARRANGEMENT

               IKEBANA of
               Pink, blue, yellow perfumes air
               Delightful for all

               HAIKU #12 --   KOTO: THE JAPANESE HARP

               She plays the Koto
               Softly as a gentle wind
               Strokes an olive branch

                poet and artist Paula Yup
                Spokane, Washington


                             here in Alaska
                exhausted with bloodshot eyes
                assorted afflictions
                after a dozen years
                in a third world country
                this transition back to life
                in the States
                distracts me
                but it's ok
                life is a mystery  too

      poet t. kilgore splake   Calumet, Michigan
  searching wilderness shadows
                                                   breakfast with dad
   like monk circling cloister
                                              squeezing juice perking coffee
     quietly seeking wisdom 
                                                   never happier time

                                             CIGAR SMOKE
                                             Five teenaged boys
                                             In a forty-six Ford.
                                             Sitting on a back street
       poet James B. Peters           Filling the interior                    
       Cottontown, Tennessee            With cigar smoke.
                                             The most intelligent
                                             Quest for knowledge
                                             At this point
                                             Was whether
                                             Would ignite.


                    poet Carl Mayfield
                  Rio Rancho, New Mexico

          Blank Look #61
          One rogue apricot appears on the tree.
          She slices the fruit carefully, evenly.

          This is the way a thousand years
          Slips quietly through your fingers.

                           poet Patricia Carragon
                         Brooklyn, New York

                         Roller Coaster Train

                      We were approaching
                         Coney Island--Stillwell Avenue,
                         but the N train didn't stop--

                         It continued upwards on tracks
                         that rose above the station
                         until it made that sudden descent

                         and plunged into the ocean
                         where the real mermaids waited
                         over an hour to get on.

       poet Judy Katz-Levine   Norwood, Massachusetts

         Song With Strong Coffee 10.9.17 Starbuck’s

         Lilt of voices, swell-song
         The rain, October leaf
         “Tell me, tell me how to”
         Swept away sorrow, the call
         And ochre branches
         The fall of a hand, dialogue                         
         With a friend who knows
         A blind-song, just starting
         Seed-poems rise in light
         Rain, the call                 

                       poet Bijoy Kant Dubey   
               Chandrakona Town, West Bengal, India
               My Silence

               My silence
               The silence of rocks and stones
               And trees

               My silence
               Mine, not yours,
               But mine, mine only

               My silence,
               My silence
               The silence of rocks and stones

               And trees,
               Rocks and stones

               My silence
               The silence of mine,
               Mine only, not yours

               And the world did not
               Why had I been silent,

assistant editor Frosty:  "Tama,
we've purred so much
within these poems-
extra treats are needed!"
assistant editor Tama:
"Mister Editor, it's up to you!"

Noble assistants, you've presented 
yet another lovely poetry collection- extra treats for all of us!

Frosty: "Especially Judith!"                       

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


note:  poetry to be considered for print issues 
of bear creek haiku
can be sent to: bear creek haiku
                  PO Box 596
                  Longmont, CO
                  USA                (SASE's are appreciated)

from other than the USA, email (as above) often works best, yet! 
if you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 
that's ok, too.

                          Best to our creative endeavors!            

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