Linked Forms, Sequences and Contrapuntal Poetry
edited by Clayton Beach
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- Written by: Lorraine Haig
ochre rock
ground to a paste
spirit shadows dance
from the flames
from a rotting log
the quoll
begins its hunt
crescent moon
a black beetle’s
long journey
climbing
the mountain ash
milky way
the light of stars
in the lens
of his camera
those indigo skies
the nights we spend
gazing
into moon-washed hills
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- Written by: Michelle Hyatt & Jacob Salzer
dawnlight
droplets of dew
on pink plum blossoms
garden pond
a frog turns into stone
dusty mirror
another déjà vu
in V formation
lights out in the valley
the elder tells his story
soft lullaby
as she cradles her baby
the scent of honey
summer sunrise
father sips a cup of coffee
warm layers
the first snow
bathed in moonlight
under one blanket
rose oil on her skin
rising incense…
two lovers share
their secrets
morning fog
the forest fills with birdsong
call to prayer
my skirt fringes become one
with seagrass
combing the old stray cat
winter wind
faint whispers
the subway rattles
in the dark
plucking a guitar string
the room fills with tension
wedding day
a butterfly flies between
the groom and the bride
under the silk chuppah
candles glimmer in a breeze
glimpsed behind
drifting storm clouds
harvest moon
pumpkin patch
so many faces in the crowd
orange streetlight
a wrinkled leaf falls
without a sound
melting into a shadow
the doe’s eyes
half-open window
an orb spider rebuilds
her web
a dreamcatcher spins
above his pillow
nascent breath
in Sakura blossoms…
the birth of a star
spring evening
the child scribbles her first poem
Michelle Hyatt, Canada
Jacob Salzer, USA
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- Written by: Jenny Ward Angyal
Ephemera
no leaf stirs. . .
yet mist rising
from the water's surface
. . . . . . . .swirls
in slender vortices of light
a feather
floats from empty air
into my mind
the desire comes
to live as lightly
mayflies
on a sunlit stream . . .
riding
the earth’s soft breath
into a single dusk
grass bows down
before the wind
and grass rises . . .
the valves of my heart
open and close
the wind harp
in my narrow room
sings
on a whispering breeze
harmonics are enough
Quicksilver
in old age
I dream once more
of horses
opalescent as the mist
wheeling around me
dappled
with moonlight
a mare stops
to touch my hand . . .
velvet breath
I twine
my fingers
in the wind’s
wild mane . . .
follow, follow
crossing
a river of starlight . . .
the current
carries us swiftly
toward the sea
a glint
of fools’ gold
as we reach
the farther shore
the scent of thyme
Spindrift
a swirl of birds
across the winter sky . . .
I sing
the shifting shapes
of star and starling
my song
has no words,
or only one—
the syllable that seeds
both emptiness and form
no name
for the no-thing
that flings up foam
and draws it back again—
this froth of stone and oak
I am a leaf
caught in an eddy
singing
my way downriver
to the distant sea
silver fish
dancing on moonlit ripples
don’t die
when the wind dies down. . .
they were always water
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- Written by: Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
delicate sounds
of the early spring
taking time
to melt the waterfall
shining in the sun
sound of rain
outside my bedroom
morning lullaby
soft drops
of humidity
in Tokyo
no one notices
my tears
shall I go. . .
shall I stay?
the absence of thunder
pouring
your favorite
blueberry tea
under the stars
scent of firewood
cloudless skies
seedlings after
last year’s ashes
by Mariko Kitakubo and Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
wiping off
and wiping off
the dark. . .
footsteps
in the cloud
foggy morning
searching for a ray of light
within the gray
I can't see
my fairy shoes
in the weeds
trapped by gravity
within the haze
blurry-eyed
a bee dusts
the pollen
loving
your crossed
fingers...
a bottle of mead
across the ocean
outstretched wings
the scan beep
of a boarding pass
Mariko Kitakubo & Deborah P Kolodji
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- Written by: Ann K. Schwader & Deborah P Kolodji
warm breath
catches at the door . . .
too much night
flicker of recognition
before the power outage
plenty of time
to tell stars from planets
thick silence
singles night
at the stardust ballroom
his ring
driving till dawn
no other lights
dark galaxy
caught in the cloud
of lies
Ann K. Schwader & Deborah P Kolodji