Sitting cross-legged beneath the cherry tree,
wearing her mother’s seed pearl necklace
and a sprig of jasmine on her bodice—
she offers blossoms to a gravestone.
The gilt and gold of late afternoon washes
through shadows. It’s springtime. Unripened
fruit hangs like quiet temple bells between
flowering cylinders of white, and brides
with dark branches. Somewhere in the sweet alone,
silence caps hilltops and [...]
Storm in these hills
frays each edge
of symmetry: shadow-snow
drawn under earth and stone
by threaded rain.
Bone-red willows
banked by sage
tangle cold echoes,
sharing the motion
of water turned wind
in search for transparent green.
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Nani Lii S. Furse is a SAHM, proof that she’s learning textese in an effort to communicate with her teens and young adult children. She earned a [...]
There is a poem about spring
That I read
Every time you kill
It tells
About rebirth
And joy and peace
It’s sad that we no longer share
The eyes
To read it in the same way.
You forgot it.
You forgot we were brothers.
You forgot about springs.
You say you kill to free
A land
Where springs
No longer
Blossom
In your eyes.
We no longer share those eyes.
There is no [...]
Like urban tumbleweed the
plastic grocery bag blew across the empty
overcast park, green with the whispers of
storm;
we watched it approach, you
nestled into me, silent, from across the
grassy expanse and pavement, with the same
nervous smiling, quiet intrusion any other
stranger might have greeted us–
tipped its rustling head and averted its eyes,
leaving us to our leaves
and our close, closed [...]
where i broke off a stem,
white drops oozed
in a milky trickle from the plant
growing wild
in the vacant lot next door.
“bring the plant you found
it on,” my mother had said
as we settled my caterpillar
in the glass quart jar
that would be its home.
i liked to pound the hammer
on a sharp nail, driving
breathing holes into the jar lid
after [...]
On Sundays in rows of chaos,
Children shouting over a tinny piano,
Spring was popping popcorn —
Week after week, we took it in armfuls.
As a teen, blooming was the last breath of winter.
The snow having seeped into roots of trees,
Pushing methodically to tips of limbs,
Bursting into blossom, then blowing off again in flaky grace.
And there’s still this [...]
Something curious all around, in everything I see.
A rippled wave against the world
first pushes against me.
I see it when you enter here, all breathless tides withdrawn,
and heavy moon within my heart,
recedes into the dawn.
A softer joy within your eye becomes my emerald star,
and skies lit up with comet smiles
stretch near to ears afar.
Like springtime’s hush, [...]
‘Twas yesterday I saw a crack
That stretched across the sky.
It pushed the silken curtains back
And hung the trees to dry.
It glittered gold—A shining slice
Of glorious pearly cream
And shattered all the sadness ’round
With its single shining beam.
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Mary-Celeste Lewis has golden hair, blue eyes, and loves to play with her nieces and nephews. When she’s not [...]
Naturally we’re turning romantic
I guess it’s age
But maybe we were just like this
From the very beginning.
Spring it’s coming, see the birds,
She says,
I say
Yeah, spring is close
It’s the greatest time of the year
She says,
I say,
Yeah, mine too.
But I can’t help but keep on
Thinking what the heck
Has to do spring
With my favourite team’s winning streak.
I guess it’s [...]
Slowly, after evening has gathered her stars,
Daybreak quietly spreads over the meadowland.
Foxglove and larkspur rise like tranquil towers
Floating in the shadowy, purple dawn.
Briar patches, woven with dewy blackberries,
Hedge around crooked oaks where sparrows
Flit in the branches. Small clouds of palest pink,
Mushroom in the soft-born morning light,
And linger above the violet embroidered vales.
Soon, all the budding [...]