Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light. 323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Any mountain __________________ He who sees the other side, with outstretched wing's the world to glide, a man , an angel Amongst loves power Cast away not any hour For his kingdom and those of faith, He is the watchman, to keep them safe, With loving arms he comes to prove, that any mountain he can move. … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Poems by Nardine Sanderson
Untainted flowers. ___________________ Untainted flowers have come to rest Where love resides, within my chest A beating heart where once lacked light Beautifully grown, this garden in sight. Bright eye _____________ She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze Into starlight there above In countless mourning Of their love For … Continue reading Poems by Nardine Sanderson
“Still Life”
By Thomas Page Right before me there is a vase made of Glass imbued with unpotable water Criss-crossed with stems of varying widths which Are floating in a pseudo-creche, a yurt Acting as a spyglass to the other side. The flowers are every shade save blue Which blushes purple from red painted Flowers flanking the … Continue reading “Still Life”
“Whatever Brilliant Shade”
By Thomas Page Whatever brilliant shade that happens Upon a petal or blade inspires The mind’s eye to a world hued with the Intensity of everlasting springs That beget ever-knowing happiness. Nature preserved in Keats’ frieze, an urn Adorned with the ultimate perfection As gauged by an imperfect eye wishing For it to be so. … Continue reading “Whatever Brilliant Shade”
“A grass widower/lover writes”
By Sunil Sharma Even in your long absence--- I hear daily your musical voice! The multi-coloured jingle of the bangles And the silver anklets Your laughter lingers On summer nights. I smell the perfume you wear To your work daily. As I drift finally Into the land of beautiful gentle sleep After a long … Continue reading “A grass widower/lover writes”
