The Poetry of Emotion
I read a poem, a letter of love to a stranger who helped; it made me think of writing to the mindless driver who nearly killed me over some text or other, or to the young men who thought an old woman driving alone on a country road was a plaything to frighten and thereby... Continue Reading →
Even as A junkie, I longed for The things I thought I should Want to Feel. Photo by Gantas Vaiu010diulu0117nas on Pexels.com About the Poet: S.F. Wright lives and teaches in New Jersey. His work has appeared in Hobart, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, and Elm Leaves Journal, among other places. His short story collection, The... Continue Reading →
I stand atop a hill flame-colored and golden leaves shimmering across a field the Ponderosas rise with verdant smiles row by row and I stretch my flesh worn arms out, my flaccid figure releasing dormant energy while the breeze tickles a spire shimmers somewhere like The Sound of Music below, the credit card capos demand... Continue Reading →
It’s snowing beautifully outside, crystals are flying everywhere, The streets are covered in bright white, and love is in the air, Frozen windows, tremble when happy carolers are passing by, White angels, disguised in soft flakes are dancing in the sky. I’m snuggled up, all warm and cozy by my fireplace, inside, The sound of... Continue Reading →
How many years have gone by since that very day When I saw you being carried away Your beautiful bosom crushed by the war While I stood in silence and said no word? Let those years pass into where they must go Into the world where memories must go I shall stay here and wait... Continue Reading →
I watered you for 34 years, Repotted and trimmed your leaves, Fed you fertilizer and let the sun Have its way with you all day long. You spent winters indoors and summers In Los Angeles on my balcony. You adapted to Canadian winters By relinquishing half your soul. Gifted to me as a cutting, You... Continue Reading →
Magic Words They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread. Curl the words into scented ringlets of flowers formed by petals shining like stars even in the sunlight. I want to catch them and hold on to them without any rearranging.... Continue Reading →
Its shell allows the lobster to grow in a constant state of infinite metamorphosis, adapting by needling its plumpness into every salty nook and cranny of armor like polycarbonate, both in simultaneous protection and prison, until, at last, it shatters the proverbial ceiling and wriggles free its naked, ancient body out into the sea’s thousand... Continue Reading →
She stood where the soil was tender. She saw the wind ripple and wave. Her pond and lake were dry, her hair smelled of salt and sea. She was here for love. Still, even now, she returns, watching and waiting. The earth is damp, though, smells of clay … she will not leave. Photo by... Continue Reading →
Our nocturnal conversations Have ceased You are gone You are fading Into past tense Just me. This Pandemic Time’s thief And my fleeting moments Of peace with you Holding you one last time. I remain heartbroken Less angry More pensive than sorrowful Still easily tears tug quickly The abyss of your life A blinding dark... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 