Noble assistant Kitty Kali, meeewwwwwingggg, "Poetry! Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties, people, the dog next door, the bear who lives beside bear creek, even hamsters, need their poetry!"
Yes, thank you, Kitty, so! Let's begin with poet Kelley Jean White!...
poet Kelley Jean White, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
left the city spun cocoon
left the town, even the village who waits
glad now of a dirt road inside?
Kelley's poems from Spun Cocoon, Origami Poems Project
poet Claudia Keelan, Las Vegas, Nevada...
It was love
and then it was poetry
but it was poetry
that believed in love.
It was doubt and then
well, it was faith
but it was poetry
we worried the beads of.
It was life and then
- or before then?
in the actual face of,
in the deep pilings of
fallen in the bagged old city of -
and then it was life -
savaged in the mouthings,
scraped in the garbage tin
of, eaten in the holy, oh holy day of -
it was life, but it was poetry
we closed her lids with.
clear evening skies old badger's path
a new moon gently holds dog tooth violets
our shadow's presence line it with blooms
poet Wayne F Burke, Barre, Vermont...
drooping heads of sunflowers pigeons flying off the
bowing lawn, a round of applause
to the inevitable I did nothing to deserve
poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
each day a poem
breeze ruffling my hair
a glimpse of mountains
behind floating cloud silhouettes
afternoon sun through the window
falling cross the empty pages
waiting on my desk
wedding dress still hanging
in the back of the closet
all these glorious years
poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...
poet Ed Markowski, Auburn Hills, Illinois...
harvest moon house of mirrors
still, the scarecrow the shady character
sleeps on its feet my shadow comes home to
poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...
blazing firewood frosted window panes
we drink cider spangles of dreamscapes
with a bite like antique lace
poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
sleeping kittens tails of tomcats
on the bed territorial showdown
furball quilt Brooklyn howl
poet r soos, Joshua Tree, Califoria...
sleep in the morning silencing the mind
with precise humility passing as focused wisdom
haunting their old dreams when life moves too fast