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Winter nears and this I cannot defy.
This truth feels doleful, stirring unnamed fear.
Time will not consider my pleading sigh
To keep my remembrances ready clear.

Spring, summer and fall memory portions
Are small, sluggish and blurs seem to belie,
With time initiated contortions,
All heart-joys I have treasured by and by.

Just as summer left me under fall’s sky
And spring thrills strayed after one final bloom,
I need bid fall go with no mood awry
To live content in winter's offered room. 

Three seasons left precious, shadowed good-byes.
I best greet winter’s spark with eyes arced high.

© CayCay Godwin  

a poem …

is a story unto itself -
an amalgam of glyphs and syntax
arranged with carets and diacritical marks
and woven with creative purpose
to paint with phrase -
to decorate life’s canvas with
the colors of words
and fringe the common with
uncommon art …
it has taken a lifetime, yet
for me to comprehend the aims of
your hearts and directed efforts
though it has been gazing clearly
into my being for
more years than I care to count
but now I see without aberration or err
what your combined endeavors
were focused upon …
I am so much more than your child -
so much more than procreation
I am the word and phrase and
punctuation of
all you could interpret and instruct
I am the rhythm and meter of
your knowledge and wit
I am the ordered stanzas of
your hopes and wishes
and the story of your stories …
I am what I am because of you -
because you took the best of all
you had ever experienced
and wove it into my soul
to create art from mere flesh -
to mold blood and marrow into a
being of perfect imperfection
to order the words and phrases and
rhythms of your lives
into something of worth and repletion
and though I am as flawed as
a human can be,
I am also precious
simply because you loved me -
because you made me the creation of
your best intent …
I thank you, Mom and Dad
with my life, entire
and with all my remembrances
for I am your story
your painting of words …

your poem.

© Gregory Richard Barden  

 

I am looking at photographs of loved ones in albums,
the memories vivid and crystal clear-
unchanged by time . . . 
poignant evoking regret and sadness,
some so haunting they will stay with me forever.
Bittersweet emotions . . . 
so precious and so deeply immortal,
each cherished . . .  very much.

Memories of happy times, and life's important milestones,
recollections of family and friends-
hikes with my dad . . . 
memories enduring the test of time,
unforgettable, powerful, everlasting.
their death's like a dagger . . . 
I remember when I gardened with mom,  
made  cookies . . .  with my gran.

Old time music takes me back to my mom's favorite songs,
sometimes, her handwriting in a cookbook-
sweet memories . . . 
I remember their voices and laughter.
Overcoming the death of my love . . . and baby.
Never fading away . . . 
I push grief away and bury it deep,
life long are . . .   my remembrances.

© Constance La France  

she said if you tell me about it
there's a chance i may well forget it
but if you involve me
i most likely will become part of it
and whatever the endeavor
we will most likely see it to fruition
and in one stroke she eliminated Cupid
in one suggestion, she moved into my life
here i sit alone on our park bench
where i used to read her poems
some from the masters
occasionally one from my quill
lost in the sweet remembrances of years
where we stood at the helm together
sails full, in a course set for fruition
alone, yet never alone
where i wait in God's grace
for the veil to drop
and like Lucy waiting for Captain Gregg
her hand to take me from this bench
walk me out of this park
into the forevermore of the fruition we are

   Oregon 8/28/26

© Timothy Ray  

Introspection Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless

Inside beliefs of beauty remains sturdy reveries
Never ending facts for my cerebral contemplation
Thoughts from my heart hold reflection with
Rumination and muse calling forth pondering
Observations heed advertence deep within
Soul-searching remembrances crawling deeply
Perspectives of my heart crying out for reflection and 
Examination of self-pretending to green fields leading 
Cores of scrutiny beneath rigid waters streaming with
Tread and consideration being born from meditation
Inspiration lives inside the mind’s eye of adversity
Obligations ring bells of verses with intimate tunes and
Naturally I bring reverence to my wisdom's introspection


Date Written: June 23, 2016

© Beautiful Scars  

Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness. 
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying. 
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles. 
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven. 
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps. 
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation. 
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness. 
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch. 
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy, 
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes, 
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters, 
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders, 
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor 
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness, 
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry 
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras

Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin

© Caren Krutsinger  

Early spring rumbles
in its grunge of grey
it's a prelude to the sun
and effervescent life

Its muffled inner gurglings
await the miracle of thaw 
and all its bursts of promises
of crocus bulbs and sprouts

Mere faded remembrances 
the brittle leaves of yesteryear
a season buried under snow
its pure white coat long gone

Naked branches barely stir
still groggy in their sleep
await the surge of energy
to kickstart their awakening

Relentless rhythm of seasons
under threat of heavy clouds
will wash away winter’s decay
and welcome spring in all its glory    
    


AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on April 8, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 3RD

© Line Gauthier  

Window Teacher
                      by Odin Roark

As teacher
She was petite
Unassuming
Framed in layered paint
No make-up on her
Save occasional steam facials
Winter cold
Apartment hot

Patiently she granted access
Permitting learning through her 
Worn but faithful eyes
Rectangular lenses 
Forever dilated for 24/7 study

Across the street
Other windows
Same opportunity
Different lessons
Pulled blinds
Hiding fear

Glass with cracks
Glass turned cardboard
Innocent children
Faces of confusion

Above the street
Pigeon-lined roofs
Poised like sentinels
Destiny marking time
Standing guard
Here yesterday
Today
Tomorrow

Below the street
Tunnel-sounds of motion
Fathers
Mothers
Singles
Junkies
Suits
All riding to anywhere
But here

Down on the street
Few pedestrians
Some exploring a dumpster’s overflow
Dollar Store breakage
Bodega fast-food wrappings
Liquor store sadness
Nighttime festivities of the block
Broken bottles as glitter

Wet and dry
Dead or alive
Kicked
Smashed
Stacked
Bagged
Forgotten garbage
A growing city’s collateral damage

Beneath my building
Express train speeding
Rattling eyes of my teacher
Time for school
Real school
The kind only un-papered immigrants know
Learning what textbooks cannot teach

For you have to be blessed
With a window like mine
The glassed portal to what harsh reality 
Bestows on many

Here where there is no graduation
No cap and gown celebration
Or Mom and dad accolades
No sweetheart promises forever
Only survival

And for the window-school drop outs…

A future of smaller classrooms
The kind with no willing and generous
Window teachers
The kind with bars to the outside
Where all the garbage walks the yard
Where subway vibrations become 
Steel Sliding
Locking doors
Torturous echoes
Before lights out

Memories become dreams
In these dark classrooms
Where fear laden eyes
Once behind windows to the outside
Now reside in solitary regret

To return to condensation on glass
As the only obstacle to learning
To be free of eyes forever moist and blurry
Clouding remembrances 
Of the petite unassuming window
Framed in glorious layers of paint 

Oh…if only to return

© Odin Roark  

Mine imagination carries mine heart to thee.
Sweet remembrances of thee weigh heavily upon mine mind.
 Tis with certainty I shall never forget thee, thine honey’d kisses
or arms of rapturous joy.
In dawn’s earliest hour mine heart over takes mine most honest thoughts
with the inescapable truth of the aching wound, that I shall never be adored by thee again.
I shall never again be thy soul thought, or occupy thy dreams in thy sweetest slumber.
Mine senses are seized with dreamy numbness, and mine every waking 
hour filled with thoughts of thee.
For better devotion I should have attended thee, and sought thee even the more earnest.
Mine dearest love, thy pursuit should have been mine soul's purpose. 
For thou art love the deepest yearning of mine heart.
Denied thy love, I forever am condemned to live as though I 
were dead, fraught with sorrow all mine days

© Lori Lucas Mcclure  

As evanescent as the mist
                                    One morning disappeared in a boat 
                                                 Without any trace
                                    Leaving a plethora of remembrances 
                              That persisted in the mind as a dulcet sound

                                 A blue sapphire necklace was the symbol of
                                      An invisible bond through the eternity 
                                             Doubts grew in the heart
                                            Separating two twin souls
                                          That once swore love forever

                                  Keepsake letters were the symbol of the 
                              Idyllic romance that bloomed under the moon
                                When sparks ignited, beginning gazes with
                                 Rhapsodic rapture conveying feelings not 
                                               Expressed with words

                               The chrysalis emerged from the cocoon as a 
                                  Beautiful butterfly attracted to the fire 
                                     A diamond ring will be the talisman
                                         That felicity transcends time 
                                              With a radiant smile

1-22-2016

© Nayda Ivette Negron Flores