Short Works for the Peripatetic Web Surfer
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by Margarita Engle
Rose petal jam, rosebud candy
carved into the shapes of people,
beasts, birds; syrup of violets,
the variations are soothing.
Even the names convey magic
mimosa butter sandwiches,
nasturtium sauce, marigold soup,
carnations for melancholy,
the fragrance of rose leaves and mint
for sleep, tucked in a pillow…dreams…
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by John Grey
Wind ripples lake surface.
Trees splinter.
Clouds crumple.
Faces fold up like accordions.
No reflection is safe.
Blogged with the Flock Browser
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by Harold G Grimes III
Remember when everyone was young?
And we would sit there
Saying how stupid they were?
Remember how we had so much fun?
And now we just sit here
Saying how stupid we were?
Remember how you said
With love we would live forever?
It was a lie and now I suffer.
I am alone and now I suffer.
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by Margarita Engle
Motionless
in the forest
I watch
a raven’s flight
gunshots too close
must I explain
my own stillness
to wayward hunters?
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by Eric Lochridge
Stiff feathers
lifted from
a hard frost –
the wing flaps
in the boy’s
pinkish hands,
a hinge that
will not creak
anymore
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by Paul Ingrassia
Grasshopper
lies hidden,
then suddenly takes flight;
In a field of green:
such a little thing -
I step lightly,
gazing at the sky,
tiny silhouettes circling,
hawks among the clouds.
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