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Midnight Dream

by Ashley Burkart

Falling like a leaf
from the tip-top branch of a winter-naked tree,
to the cold dirt stamped with frost,
weathered edges, corroding membrane and life unseen
passing between death and dream

Actually set adrift in a deep black sea
tossing against and with the climbing waves,
a cause of the ripple but what caused me?
Glistening string apart of the web masterpiece

Embarking on questions that resonate
through soul and time,
will there be a Sheppard waiting as I die?
Is love so blind it can't see those it belies?

Life is telling us how fragile it is,
like a leaf turning to dust,
like a wave rising up once, then crashing.
The dream so far off in the distance
I lost sight of my path,
and woke up.

Falling like a leaf
from the tip-top branch of a winter-naked tree,
to the cold dirt stamped with frost,
weathered edges, corroding membrane and life unseen
passing between death and dream

Actually set adrift in a deep black sea
tossing against and with the climbing waves,
a cause of the ripple but what caused me?
Glistening string apart of the web masterpiece

Embarking on questions that resonate
through soul and time,
will there be a Sheppard waiting as I die?
Is love so blind it can't see those it belies?

Life is telling us how fragile it is,
like a leaf turning to dust,
like a wave rising up once, then crashing.
The dream so far off in the distance
I lost sight of my path,
and woke up.

 

Hyacinth

by Ashley Burkart


In slow death, a flower-
fragile as a long withered corpse,
lies therein a tomb of clean white snow,
fallen of late wintry hour.

Leaves of green,
shrivel and crack,
and back tiresomely leans,
Eden sits in ironic thought,
‘Symmetry never lasts.’

However nearer
the darkness may encroach,
the flower never connives for life
nor cries out in woe.

As the moon fades behind
a soft orange hew,
so too does the season
change anew

The flower awakens
from the warm stir of spring
and the ring of gold
baptizing its earthen bed,
whilst young swallows sing.

Exposed in the dawn,
a full spike
of royal blue trumpet-blossoms,

Aglow with twinkling dew drops
wavers in the balmy wind.

 

McDonald's for an Elderly Lady

by Ashley Burkart

Her last pleasure
scissoring the fleshy brown beef
between her molars,
sublime to be carnivore
pale yellow gush and sticky fingers
wiping lips with quick-fix
satisfaction and then later surrendering
to a silent asphyxiation
of each bodies organ,

Little smile opens her face by a
heavenly aroma-
to this convenience she pledges her faith   

doesn't imagine what it is really like,
beyond the scope of tunnel-vision

Miles of deforested crop-lands
growing corn to feed the lacerated cattle,
ripped inside-out, injected, infested,
chopped up on a shining silver conveyer belt

Poison run wild on the nation,
FDA approved.

So the old lady can feel safe
in her routine of fast-food.


nana

Author of Relections of a life

A BOOKLOVER'S LAMENT

by Joan Scannell

I finished the last chapter, then looked at the grubby floor.
It really needed washing, but then, a knock came at the door.
I hadn't even combed my hair,--the whole house was a mess!!
Why did I have to read that book instead of getting dressed?
"I hope it's just the gas man", was the thought that came to me,
but it was Mrs. Neat Freak from number 23.
I tried to shield her vision from the sink, and dirty dishes;
"Can I come in and talk?" she asked. (my thoughts were quite malicious).
But still, I swept the books from the nearest kitchen chair, and as she sat, I noticed her shiny, perfect hair.
Then I plugged the kettle in, to make a nice hot drink, and rescued two bone china cups lying in the sink.
She had the reputation of being neat, beyond compare--my face was burning hotly---(family signs were everywhere!)
Then, as she took a biscuit, she smiled at me and said, "I get so bored and lonely, I thought I'd visit you instead;
Your house has such warm feelings, it's full of coziness".
Gosh, really, did she mean it? or was it just another word for "mess"?.


GRAVIATIONAL ATTRACTION

by Bruce Scannell

All the stars, moon, sun, creatures, atoms, beings know and are drawn to each other,
nature is our mother.

A truth exists beyond the Arrogance of Man, who appoint leaders, who in turn judge, punish, execute, divide the spoils of the Earth

to their will,

We need only to look at the universe to have the courage for Faith.

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