Those cubicles down on highway six how do those people fit? The doors are oblong surrounded by four-foot cubes of concrete split.   Picasso, I thought had inspired this lot. No door on one – how shall they come home?   Inside, imagine there, cubes…

A call I hear from inside of me Wrapped in my warmth, someone arrives Celebrate a new life, Life distinct in divine light Doors of horizon Welcomes the birth. Love and Hope Ushers Joy!!

Young Lady     I knew from the first moment, my heart Instantly fell in complete love with the soul of a truly genuine young lady. There I’ll always be If ever you Need me. You Have my word.

No one but Elders remember a time before The End Even if it’s just been my beginning, my life; Snuffed skies dominate horizons choked by smoke, Particulate matter creating brilliant sunsets Wondering how forests still remain to burn But still humanity plods along, So I…

Text Prompt For this year’s first formal prompt the challenge is to write a nonet. This poetic form requires that you write a 9-line poem. In the first line there are 9 syllables, in the second 8 syllables and so on down to final one…

What I See   Behind the fluffy clouds Stands the tallest ever skyscraper Its needle shines brightly Spreading the suns light across the sky A vision so beautiful and Hard to Beat

Garland of clouds woven with a thread and a needle Periwinkles showered from the sky spread all over the earth A scene nothing else can beat for it is only God’s treat!

The first and the last The beginning and the end The Old and New Testaments harnessed Fundamentally, alone— to intend   The Word divided into Twain Two books separated Joined in marriage— they do contain An androgynous word extracted   Sealed within its own spirit…

she packs yellow in her pockets in case she has the chance to scatter sunshine like butter on sourdough toast watching it spread like the wildfires in the woods the lemony hue needles its way through the linen soaking into her skin where her periwinkle…

In the new cloud park, the forest ranger pulls on his gumboots and steps out into mist. He’s accustomed to trees, and he doesn’t know quite what to do with the clouds in his care. Yes, he lied to the park superintendent, told him he…