Smile
Photo by Katy Brown
AFTERNOON WITH THE ALBINO
—Katy Brown, Davis
My,
he said,
what blue eyes
you have. We could
make violet-eyed
little pearl swamp-creatures. . . .
just join me on my rock, here . . . .
___________________
CHOICES
—Carl Bernard Schwartz, Sacramento
Choice Words
Here
and there
an orchid
blooms yet unscathed
by the wintry freeze,
rewarding the long and
senseless trek through words that don’t
appease.
Not My Choice
I am a lot poorer
than Simple Simon,
all the creditors say I owe ‘em.
But the ladder to wealth
is not my choice to climb on:
I am pregnant now with a poem.
Your Choice
Some poets it would seem,
disfavor a rhyming scheme,
as if that
empowers them to say more.
So they take a vacation
from the Bard’s alliteration.
But with free verse
you get what you pay for.
__________________
URBAN SOLACE XVI
—Mitz Sackman, Murphys
He
Walks down
Along streets
Glances through windows
All those things, no funds
Heading home he felt sad
Never enough money to play
Always alone with discontent
Up the street nearing the parental home
He smells pie baking; life is not so bad.
___________________
THE ULTIMATE ROSE
—Patricia A. Pashby, Sacramento
she
follows
the worn path,
her gnarled fingers
caressing the buds
of delicate heirlooms,
bright fragrant floribundas,
clusters of vintage hybrid teas—
living years beyond expectations
both hug, rose petal touching sunken cheek.
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MEDITATION 101
—Patricia A. Pashby
wherever you may go, there you are
so leave your shoes outside the door
and take the path to your heart.
Live life in the moment,
refine mindlessness,
take a deep breath,
close your eyes,
be still,
Om . . .
__________________
Today's LittleNip:
To know that you know, and to know that you don't know—that is real wisdom.
—Confucius
__________________
—Medusa (with thanks to today's spunky contributors and their polyglot of themes-and-variations on the humble etheree/nonet/"octeree"—or, in Katy's case, a "septeree"...)
—Katy Brown, Davis
My,
he said,
what blue eyes
you have. We could
make violet-eyed
little pearl swamp-creatures. . . .
just join me on my rock, here . . . .
___________________
CHOICES
—Carl Bernard Schwartz, Sacramento
Choice Words
Here
and there
an orchid
blooms yet unscathed
by the wintry freeze,
rewarding the long and
senseless trek through words that don’t
appease.
Not My Choice
I am a lot poorer
than Simple Simon,
all the creditors say I owe ‘em.
But the ladder to wealth
is not my choice to climb on:
I am pregnant now with a poem.
Your Choice
Some poets it would seem,
disfavor a rhyming scheme,
as if that
empowers them to say more.
So they take a vacation
from the Bard’s alliteration.
But with free verse
you get what you pay for.
__________________
URBAN SOLACE XVI
—Mitz Sackman, Murphys
He
Walks down
Along streets
Glances through windows
All those things, no funds
Heading home he felt sad
Never enough money to play
Always alone with discontent
Up the street nearing the parental home
He smells pie baking; life is not so bad.
___________________
THE ULTIMATE ROSE
—Patricia A. Pashby, Sacramento
she
follows
the worn path,
her gnarled fingers
caressing the buds
of delicate heirlooms,
bright fragrant floribundas,
clusters of vintage hybrid teas—
living years beyond expectations
both hug, rose petal touching sunken cheek.
________________
MEDITATION 101
—Patricia A. Pashby
wherever you may go, there you are
so leave your shoes outside the door
and take the path to your heart.
Live life in the moment,
refine mindlessness,
take a deep breath,
close your eyes,
be still,
Om . . .
__________________
Today's LittleNip:
To know that you know, and to know that you don't know—that is real wisdom.
—Confucius
__________________
—Medusa (with thanks to today's spunky contributors and their polyglot of themes-and-variations on the humble etheree/nonet/"octeree"—or, in Katy's case, a "septeree"...)
Sue McElligott, Nevada City
in her first poetry reading,
Six Ft. Swells Press anthology release,
July, 2010, Grass Valley
(Sue is Ann Menebroker's daughter)
