Category: Poem
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“Mother’s Light” – Up in Anti-Heroin Chic
My gratitude to the editors of Anti-Heroin Chic for publishing a poem of mine in this month’s issue. http://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/poetry-by-barbara-harris-leonhard
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An Honor
My poem Cooking a Life with a Wire Spine has been nominated for Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press. People can vote for the poem by clicking on the link. You may have to register for free to vote. Thank you!! 🙏🙏🙏 Update: My poem didn’t make Publication of…
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Cooking a Life with a Wire Spine – New Publication
Today, as a FEATURED post, Spillwords Press published a memoir poem I wrote about me and my mother. I’m so excited. Thank you, Spillwords! https://spillwords.com/cooking-a-life-with-a-wire-spine/ This poem is one of 63 poems in my first poetry collection, a poetic memoir of my mother and me. More to come on that!
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New Publication!
I received a nice surprise today, another poem up with Dark Poets Club (England). They are generous and accept poems from your blog, in case you are interested. So some of you may recognize this poem. Also, I like them because the small submission fee is donated to mental health…
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A Blessing
Dear Friends, most of us would agree that this past year has been extremely challenging if not tragic. Many of you have documented your pain and grief in poetry, fiction, and essays. St. Patrick’s Day is on Wednesday and Easter is coming up, so it’s a good time for us…
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Soar
To all my peeps… some of my poetry and art for the new year! Happy New Year! May 2021 lift us to new heights! To soar! May 2021 lift you out of depleted soil.To soar. To soar in sun.Free. Free in sheer air,Where you dream. Dream.Not despair,Not dread.Not drown in…
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Holiday Blessings
May your holiday season be filled with sweets May you be blessed with good health & wealth May the new year be magical as your mystery unfolds May the new year be loving as kindness kindles transformation but most of all May all dreams be fulfilled, my friend, but allow…
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Cymbidium – a poem by Barbara Harris Leonhard — Amethyst Review
Cymbidium I. He gifts her an orchid. Says, Three ice cubes a week So as not to drown it. Her joints sound of cracked ice As she gingerly accepts My lush pink blooms Of wet lips open For drink & good light. II. The house has no sun. Unpruned branches…
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Awash into a Broken Mirror – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION
I kneel on the rocky shore of the river searching for myself. My image reflects off the shiny water. The glimmer of a familiar face in a tough time. But then, the wind picks up, ripples the waves, Splays my long hair into gray tendrils. In the riffle, one eye…
