Tag: poetry

The Phoenix by Lyn Zinkiew

by on 01. Apr, 2012 in Color (Apr/May/June 2012), Writings

The lengthening hours mourn a solemn cry through the night air;
darkening shadows lending themselves across the land.

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Autumn’s Arrival by Lyn Zinkiew

by on 01. Apr, 2012 in Color (Apr/May/June 2012), Feature Writings, Writings

Unable to cling any longer,
They lazily pirouette to the ground
With flashy ribbons of color
Golden yellows, rich reds, burnt orange

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Weekend Morning by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

by on 01. Apr, 2012 in Color (Apr/May/June 2012), Writings

The tea kettle whistles
its wake-up call,
tea fills the mug,
double-strength.

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Joy At The Meeting by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

by on 01. Apr, 2012 in Color (Apr/May/June 2012), Writings

A woman in my county
doesn’t play on a green field
or hold court on a gymnasium floor.

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Blind Faith – An Etheree by Lisa Arnold

by on 20. Feb, 2012 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

voice
calling
snowstorm looms
cold winds echo
enfolding shadows

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Snap Shot by Mindy Ator

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

Picture this
Me
Balancing
On the edge
Of the high dive
At ten years old.

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Snap Shot by Mindy Ator

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

Picture this
Me
Balancing
On the edge
Of the high dive
At ten years old.

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Noises Outside the Tent by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

At the tag end of summer when Earth shifts
under our feet and the trees start thinking
of Autumn hues and shedding leaves
we go for one last camping trip at the lake.

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Lens Life by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

Through a lens, clearly,
the woman watches life pass.
Her body a box of troubles,
her mind a scrambled nest,
her eye focuses on the square
that makes uneasy sense.

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Leap of Life

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

What leap of life has led us here
to this unseemly place;
to scrabble in the debris
of all that we once were?

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Freestyle Feats by Amy S. Pacini

by on 29. Dec, 2011 in Jump (Jan/Feb/Mar 2012), Writings

Best friend high school buddies happily hang out every afternoon at their favorite neighborhood skate park
Practicing for countless hours to masterfully perform complex ramp stunts and thrill riding tricks
Persistently perfecting their flatland techniques and vert maneuvers

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Night Shift by Cara Frame

by on 12. Nov, 2011 in Burning the Midnight Oil (Nov/Dec 2011), Wasteland (Sept/Oct 2011), Writings

There is no sun in this night
For the war has been long
And oh so tiring

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Writer’s Think Tank by Amy S. Pacini

by on 12. Nov, 2011 in Burning the Midnight Oil (Nov/Dec 2011), Wasteland (Sept/Oct 2011), Writings

I doggedly race against the ticking clock
While perpetually struggling with writer’s block
As the 11:59pm story deadline looms ever so near
My panicky heart pumps with fictional fear
Ideas and concepts become nil and my blocked brain freezes still

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Stories in the night by Patricia Wellingham-Jones

by on 01. Nov, 2011 in Burning the Midnight Oil (Nov/Dec 2011), Wasteland (Sept/Oct 2011), Writings

Stories pricked the dark
heavy with leave-taking
driving love away

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Victory (Nursing School) by Cara Lyne Ann Frame

by on 01. Nov, 2011 in Burning the Midnight Oil (Nov/Dec 2011), Wasteland (Sept/Oct 2011), Writings

There is no sun in this night
For the war has been long
And oh so tiring
Don’t give up, never give up
Keep marching forward

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Cosmic Contamination by Amy S. Pacini

Cosmic Contamination by Amy S. Pacini

by on 12. Sep, 2011 in Feature Writings, Wasteland (Sept/Oct 2011), Writings

Where do we go from here
Every place on earth is cosmically contaminated
With the smoldering stench of terror and fear

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