Enter into gratitude! Happy Thanksgiving! Photo: ©Dierik Leonhard
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Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted in shadows. Voices, hollow sounds, Called from the dinner table, but My legs, dead trunks, Held me to a bed With a view to other children. How they danced, Like pansies and violets, Their blooms outstretched, Gathering rays […] via... Continue Reading →
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Labyrinth
This is a loop poem with the rhyme scheme of ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo. Some days I just want to be alone alone with my soul and sacred things sacred things like collages, crystals and prayers prayers holding grace up heavenly stairs stairs that wind higher into vast space... Continue Reading →
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Tao Play
When they come to the temple, they are but broken warriors, seeking redemption in Tao play. They enter the temple gates out of the shadows of their lives in the light of the sun rising on the horizon. They are vessels receiving and giving sustenance from the ball of life that lifts... Continue Reading →
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Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for other opportunities to feature your work. (UPDATE: This poem is archived - the link no longer works - because FREE VERSE REVOLUTION has a new literary... Continue Reading →
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A Fine Coat
Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth. Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to the touch. How surprising.... Continue Reading →
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River Grass at Summer’s End
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a root wad along our bank.... Continue Reading →
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In Autumn (Two Drafts)
This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen... Continue Reading →
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Cocoons
Rice cooks, sheaths burst, steam rises for sacral birth. Seeds hold life released by light. Flowers unfold deep soul in germination. Such is life as it unfolds From seed to crypt. Genesis is not kind. We break free of the organ & in the pain of delivery, engage in battle. A crust... Continue Reading →
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In Autumn (Two Drafts)
This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict exploration unless I can loosen... Continue Reading →
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 