| My Dreams | As I begin to close my eyes, I can see your face.
I feel your gentle touch and unforgettable embrace.
I can feel my hand within yours, Together as one.
My heart begins to race and pound like the beat of a drum.
I feel you beside me, and you... | Chris Morganroth |
| A Silent Litany | A Silent Litany
The cold, wet breath of night drips its stalactites -
nature’s pyramidal spikes frozen in time.
Mountains mourn the loss of summer,
their faces veiled in white, hiding from the world,
lost in silent prayer.
Rivers course... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
| Dead and Living Things | These perfectly elongated teardrops
Are living cellular sculptures.
Their bladelike edges slice the air,
As they gently fall to earth.
Their spear tips – razor sharp, drop like feathers,
But their soft, delicate bodies
Soon harden and crack... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
| Barriers | We interact with space in peculiar ways.
We run, dance and do somersaults when we play.
We can’t see the barriers
that divide our world,
but that’s not to say they’re not there.
The barrier of time is of our own making.
We place stress and... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
| Dragonflies | The insects cluster casually
adorned in their honeyed capsules
that glisten in the morning sun
like sparkling golden jewels.
These creatures slumber peacefully
in the crevices of the pines,
with their ancient kauri residue
and microscopic... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
| Love Lost | When love speaks, her words are an orchestra
of harmonious sounds that resonate
rich and mellifluous in andante
mood.
When that love is lost, all that remains is
a sinew thin residue of moonshine
so fine, its threads stravaig -... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
| Staring into Darkness | Darkness grows in my doorway,
letting tears intrude
where music should reside.
I’m hungry for the sound of wind.
I listen so keen
for willow’s soft whispers,
but my mind finds only silence.
Time rests on my wrists
wrenching me prisoner.
... | Susanna Elliott-New… |
