The Poetry of Emotion
Do you have color in your cheeks? I watched Your lilies singe to a crimson flush, your rose Recast in bloody shades of Lancaster.And like a tolling bell, your body swayed Because they knew you lied, that time you bled Them dry and said, “I don’t know how they died.”With every vowel, every consonant,That tumbled... Continue Reading →
In the realm of their senses,They create a ripple of excitementSpreading through the listening crowdTo deliver a message of mind and heart They stir the blood and grapple the mobThey take the wind out of the stormWith raunchy voices, sometimes they whisperTo deliver a message of passion to a drifter A moment of silence waiting... Continue Reading →
Nothing unites the people like a common enemythe person in all the spilled tea epicenter of gossipthe pariah of every social group.But what happens when they are finally gone?When the enemy is just the footnote of an old anecdote what do the people talk about then? They take another look around find the oddest duck... Continue Reading →
The winds in my soulare howling with inner turmoil.Branches scratch my thoughtsas they swirl ensconced by rainy tears.It’s hard to move forward when invisible forces push you back. About the Poet: Daniel Sailor is a poet and English teacher. He hails from Shreveport, Louisiana.
the night has a lightas of starling-wing colour. blue shineshading goldinto purple,like fingerson doorbells,people waiting.the yellows of streetlampscasting the evening's bruisewith healing pusand flashes of white,the inside of buseswhere kind eyestime themselvesto drunk girls going home. traffic lights shinered on wet pavementsand the blue of sirenscomes inlike feetshadowed on cold tile. the nighthas a face;bruised... Continue Reading →
At the zoomy daughter pointsat a balding birdan eaglesymbol of freedomcaught in a cage Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com About the Poet: Avery Graff is a writer and journalist based in New Orleans.
There is a flicker of historybut no audible explanationwhy I will be done with lovewhen the sun comes upand focus on the stain onthe one vane and feel theslow squeak as thewindmill turns, seeI don't know about youbut I've learned thatif you plan to leave, thebest time to go is now. Photo by Tara Winstead... Continue Reading →
Shuffled on from place to placemost my life, while the blessedzoom past in shiny new cars andtheir glistening attire.I don't have much, no Ivy leaguefor me, no mansion in the gatedcommunities, surrounded by thatelite status, that fine social polish.Haven't taken a bath all week, luckytoo own this rucksack here besideme while I sleep upon this... Continue Reading →
we shot three cowsthen randesperate wolvesbrothers through a field of berrieshidden in the bushesa nest of bunniesnearby an indifferent mowerand decapitated motherswirl of green clippingsholographic lightningthe enormous hawk circling overheadtulips turned awaywe knew it was our faultmaybe not thisbut somethingsunlight’s strand of pearls on the edge of the forestwe stole the snow shovelstowed our shadows... Continue Reading →
Did you know Krista Lathamwho died in a Florida motelaround the time Katrina floodedNew Orleans and Houston?Krista who is buried in PrairieHaven, whose grave I can’t find,even though her sister saidit’s there. Krista laughedeasily at her own bawdy jokes.Her light brown hair, a shadedarker than her skin, matchedher eyes. I wrote a poem Davidmy friend... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 