Noble Assistant Editor The Froster, mewing,
"Poetry, Mister Editor! We need to share
the special treats of poets and their poems!"
Sir Froster! We'll begin with Bob Petras, Toledo, Ohio...
can't tell the blossoms
from the snow
All of my life
the night has spoken to me
in poetic whispers.
in poetic whispers.
My heart becomes
a radio telescope
searching the heavens.
I listen keenly
for life on other planets,
beneath the noise.
As for earth itself
I ask the aching question:
can life be sustained?
poet ayaz daryl nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
There are lakes of emerald waters
where harbingers soak their weary feet
I can hear their long sad sighs.
poet Pogo, 8th St. Interchange, Denver, Colorado...
more and more now
taking the stairs
one at a time...
poet toma rosen, Mt Baldy Zen Center, California...
through the night--
morning's warming smile
reveals a lone snail
his thoughtful journey
along the window sill and
his unassuming day...
poet Rebecca Lilly, of Pine, Rock, and Fog...
That moment, the owl A glimpse of well-being
left us behind. Woods settle; through the flux of inner and
the downstream silence. outer, through seemings.
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, poet Patricia Carragon,
Longmont, Colorado... Brooklyn, New York...
wanting to go home like cat's eyes
longing toward that place doors to inner space
now only remembered open and shut
still, I see the horizon
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
open air markets
vendors with stalls
street corner kiosks
books newspapers magazines
saint germain boulevard
poet sipping cognac
with papa hem's ghost
poet Patricia Olson, Ward, Colorado...
I want to walk with you
On the new moon and in the full
To count stars
Or let moonbeams lead the way
poet Ajša Džemila Zahirović,
Bosnia and Herzegovina...
You, in a far away country!
The sky has many hues.
artist Paula Yup,
poet Carl Mayfield, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...
In her presence my speech
sounded like warm oatmeal
poured over a warm coyote.
The way she turned her head
made the world wobble, dissolve.
I had been recused from myself,
helpless to get out of the way.
poet Don Wentworth, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...
threading barbed wire --
blossom, you fool!
no time like the present no time
one noble truth leaf after leaf after leaf
artist Ed Markowski, Auburn Hills, Michigan
see you in a moment...
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