Sailing dark-lit seas measuring infinity’s length traversing star held territory; explorer
Claustrophobia; wrapped up in velvet darkness bright stars blinking past
sharp solar light flares slants between blue, wooded worlds; distant universe
the wideness of stars agoraphobia chokes no central anchor
no refuge; transient world – keep moving man
Freya Pickard is the Author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the world of Nirunen. She writes mainly fantasy tales, with some poetry thrown in. She has published 13 e-books and 6 paperbacks and finds her inspiration in the ocean, beautifully written books, and vinyl music. You can find her poetry at Pure Haiku.
Joe has had poetry featured in a book called “Peace Poems” and in a number of online poetry publications including From Whispers to Roars and Selcouth Station Press. He has self-published three short poetry collections. He is a husband, a father, and the owner of a wheaten terrier. He is a fast talker and a slow runner.
The morphine drip is shielded Hidden from plain sight Tucked away in her nest Snuggled under fresh covers No pain, no worries Just solemn slumber Taking a cue from her I push my recliner close to her bed I press my body close to her side Taking her hand, I close my eyes And enjoy peaceful slumber This is the supreme closeness we need Hers to know she’s not alone Assurance as she grasps my hand snuggly As much as I grasp hers And rest we must Her for relief of pain Me for energy restoration And we sleep
What can I tell? When the owl roosts on the branch Each night watching me as I fall to sleep Often, I wondered If the owl knew my thoughts My worries And I often thought he did He came to visit each night Witnessing my young teen life And it seems he stopped by Just when I needed some assurance Of a life truly meant to be certain When my heart was breaking Because of the loss of my brother The owl stopped by each night To make certain I could sleep Hearing his call helped me rest It’s odd, don’t you think? How he came by each night Just when I needed The presence of my brother He came by every night
The light as bright as paperwhites Casting hues of silky sheened pinks And purples, gray shadow tones Tipped in white paintbrush strokes Majestic pillars Supporting the cast of orchestras Trumpeting to the skies Allegiance to life Standing firm Green pillars of strength Mountains call their names
Lisa Tomey has been writing poetry since childhood. She believes in life-long learning and tender, loving care of one’s work. She published her chapbook, Heart Sounds in 2018, and has been in Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine and other publications. Lisa works with poets as an editor. Read her stories and poems online: Prolific Pulse