Tremaine L. Loadholt

Pressure  

she sits on the sea’s floor
shaped by the world
above it–changed forever.
the workers of ancient
tongues sift through
her words, chanting
their dismissals.
the pressure from centuries
ago labels her again
and again.
is this the chosen path
home or not?

The Brave Girl Knoweth Not  

enchanting winds sway
over the clandestine clouds
she speaks of hard times
the chosen few laugh
behind her back, valleys shift
to the hills of life
brave girl knoweth not
of love or impending storms
she prepares for pain

Good Dog  

good dog sleeps alone
savors the sunlight of morn
drifting into dreams
human loves her more each day
Mother Nature gifts them peace

Winter Knocks But Isn’t Allowed Entry

Temperatures tank throughout
the day, mimicking winter blues.
We shuffle along in life, wrapping
our bodies in extra clothing.
We are layered for bitter chill,
the calm of every storm spits
in our direction–we war
our way through the hell of it.
A long walk lends frostbite to
the limbs–we shake ourselves
into warmth–turn the thermostat
up, shoot fire into the bones.
Winter knocks. It is premature.
We howl at its presence–fangs
sharp enough to slice through
hardened flesh.
We are not ready. We are not ready.

Forgotten Words

We aren’t the warriors
of the past. We have
different methods–different ways,
but we still work words
the way the ancestors intended.
What we say can
be misconstrued, but what we
mean, never is.

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A North Carolina writer, Tremaine L. Loadholt has been published in literary journals, anthologies, and magazines, and published three poetry books: Pinwheels and Hula Hoops, Dusting for Fingerprints, and A New Kind of Down. Her artistic expressions are at A Cornered Gurl and Medium. This is Tremaine’s first feature on The Short of It.

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Cheryl Wood

WINTER FUN

Snowfalls
Ice balls
Gets a black eye
Puffy
Toughie
Never would cry

ICE SKATING

Frozen
Chosen
Get the ice skates
Sliding 
Gliding
Happiness rates

LIGHTHOUSE

Foggy
Boggy
Here at the bay
Streaming
Beaming
Light shows through gray

LAUNDRY

Laundry 
Quandary
Dark or lights please
Labels
Ables
Decision ease

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Cheryl Wood is a mom and grandmother who enjoys scribbling some words, hopefully with humor. She started writing in 2015 after a second bout of cancer to keep busy while recuperating. Cheryl’s first feature was on April 20, 2020, and she had her work published in The Sound of Brilliance.

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Reblogs – Jude Itakali & Ali Grimshaw

Whether referring to ourselves or nature, we are masterpieces. Deliciously so, every day.

Masterpiece. The Value in us all. by Jude Itakali

What I’ve done 
What has been done to me 
Encounters of every ilk 
Trials that have shaped my resolve 
Nightmares that have come true 
And dreams that are now due. 
Not many see 
The good I’ve done 
The kindness I show 
The subtle trims I make 
And the happiness designed for others. 
None can ever know 
The struggles I face 
The battles that constantly wage 
The shameful losses I endure 
And the narrow victories I cherish 

I have turned my pain into empathy 
I have sculpted love from a broken heart 
And painted sorrow with hope 
Yes, I am a museum full of art 
And a deck full of music 
But what I truly am, 
Is a masterpiece.  

Delicious by Ali Grimshaw

What happiness can arrive 
when sunlight’s retreat paints 
 
leaves cherry crush, berry swirl 
butterscotch eye candy 
 
walking through an ordinary Monday 
your hand in mine, we breathe the awe 
 
street lined masterpieces 
colored by a lack of chlorophyll 
 
less of something  
created more today 

Goutam Dutta

Autumn

Season of fall
Few fallen leaves cling to us…
We carry the memories. 

Lockdown during pandemic

Lockdown…
Hospital full of Corona patients
Empty local train. 

Re-opening post 2nd wave

Post lockdown….
Swimming towards morning walkers
Fishes at the lake. 

Twilight hues

Vibrant twilight hues…
The sky resplendent in pink
Conch shells herald dusk 

Riding through country roads

Swathe of green and blue
Hues bordering the road…
Traveller’s delight. 

Onset of Monsoon

Onset of monsoon…
Parched earth scans the horizon
Sweat oozes from pores. 

Onset of monsoon…
Blotch of black at horizon
Dance of the peacock.

Onset of monsoon…
Dark clouds come floating with breeze
Fingers type a poem. 

Onset of monsoon…
Hanging raindrops swing with breeze
Shades of grey all day.

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Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. His poetry finds space in a number of anthologies, including The Sound of Brilliance. Hues of Life (Notion Press) is another collection of his poetic works. Living in Kolkata, India, he can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com Goutam was first featured in The Short of It on October 23, 2020.

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Ivor Steven

Facades

Wearing your best vest 
Is not necessarily a truthful test 
A facade for a restless chest

Again

Summer’s golden plains 
And stormy rains 
Erase winter stains

After Twilight

Starry, starry nights 
Shine on, shine on bright 
Please stay, please stay within sight 

Earthquake

I feel the earth quake
Fracturing tears off my soul
Tremors from my heart

Hail

Hailstones, hard as nails
Falling frozen razor blades
Storm’s icy sharp balls

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Ivor Steven was an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies and online magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. (Australia), he is a team member/barista with the online magazine Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and a writer with the Coffee House Writers magazine (America). You can read more of his work on his blog – Ivor.Plumber/Poet. This is Ivor’s first feature on The Short of It.

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Joan McNerney

Dusk

Evening is coming…
the dawn of nighttime.

Summer Solstice

Tonight is fragrant with 
sweet blooming jasmine.

Skyward

Galaxies of bugs
orbiting around
fragrant pine trees.

Shut Eye

Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.

Advice

Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.

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Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title, Love Poems for Michael, is available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net. McNerney was featured on The Short of It in 2020 and her work was published in the anthology – The Sound of Brilliance.

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The Fall

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #202 – Languish & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn

the leaves of autumn
languish on the forest trails
i breathe in the moist fragrance of an october rain
deep into my lungs

what was once green foliage
lush, vibrant and full
now becomes a new carpet for the forest
another layer to add to its history

i sigh heavily and gnash my teeth
for the leaves falling and bare tree branches
signal that summer has unfortunately come to an end
and an awful realization my SADD will soon begin again

Reblog – Raise Light Rays

This poem really makes me look forward to Summer! I love the construction and flow of it. The stanza in the middle reminds me of arms hanging down on the lounge chair.

The Twisting Tail

w a r m    r a d i a n t   s k i n

glistens

 

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: Summer

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Joan McNerney

Poet Statement – These are all free verse short poems about my favorite season.
I call them Autumn Notes.

Four sparkling maples
sashay in autumn winds.
dressed in yellow lace.
Half moon hiding in old
oak tree on top of hillside.

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Children kicking up leaves
shouting while jumping
over mounds of foliage. 

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Bright leaves gleaming
in sunshine tumbling
through an Alice blue sky.

~~

Carpets of red, yellow, brown
foliage unfurls before us.

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Walking through trails of trees
becoming spellbound by
leafy giants towering over us.

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Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. This is her second feature on The Short of It.

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