Ditch water frozen
Small white puffs, horse's’ last breaths
Grieving in the cold.

*

Anne Marie Flynn

Red-winged blackbird
little stick legs akimbo
clutches between his toes
the brown velvet cushion
on the cattail stalk

*

Barbara Boethling

a faul tline through my thinking
i mars  hall my thoughts
to inv     estigate
nothing      to see here
please m         ovealongnow

*

James Newton

NEW MORNING

I’m feeling lucky,
a leaping deer
on a bright yellow sign.

*

Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

A flute of sparkling seawater
refracting the setting sun is still
a portion of the storm

*

Geoff Sawers

The bluebird
carries the sky along
on its back

*

Vasiliki Katsarou

the garbage bin
overflows with crumbled balls
of poetry...
looking out the window
I see autumn stars blinking

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

one quiet feather
beneath a noisy spring sky —
bickering crows

*

Craig W. Steele

Heart tongue.
Small twig of rosebush
bent, broken by the weight of snow
still green.

*

Clarisssa Jakobsons

someone threw the sun
now it slides down my window
orange marmalade

*

Vince L. Wilson

Morning comes slowly
Light slips under cracked barn doors
Donkeys call to roosters.

*

Anne Marie Flynn

driving on
the 401 in rush hour
a blur
of red brake lights
the sun sinks behind the horizon

*

Chen-ou Liu
Poetry in the Moment

moonlight breaking through
splintering the frozen sky
into shards of light

*

Anthony Ward

Small town; small corner grocery.
Hoards of teenagers, milling, chatting, texting
Must be a nest nearby.

*

Allen Taylor

Happy Valentine's Day!

I was saving this spot for a Valentine's small stone, but I didn't get any, and so today we are stone-less. That gives me an uncommon chance to say hello. I hope you're still enjoying the blogzine. I'm sure most of you know about our river of stones, which is doing very well, and our new community for writers at Writing Our Way Home - do come and say hello if you haven't already (and there's a group there, Daily Gathering, where you can publish your stones ever day).

I'm very grateful to everyone who submits, everyone who reads this blog, and everyone who helps to spread the word (with a widget, by having it on their blogroll etc) - thank you.

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day with your Valentine, whether that is your spouse, your dog, or (best of all) treating yourself to a lovely dinner and a bunch of flowers. Deep bow.

Joyfulness keeps pushing through

I’m reading
T. S. Eliot


Goethe
and the Old Testament

But I can’t help it

*

Carl-Henrik Björck

FLOW

like reading a book on the bus
the waves take you in
past purpose and destination

*

Meike de Nooy

storms
tow anchor chains
of black rain
to snag
the earth below

*

T.D. Ingram

bumper to bumper;
a hand out the
window looks dead

*

Shannon Quay

Between us, the steam
of your coffee and my tea.
And all the reasons
I braved the rain running down
this café’s sweaty windows.

*

Jacquelyn Deighton
ok, so i'm the dragon

Fragrant amber silky liquid
Cream swirls, mingling softly, artfully
Until suddenly... a perfect cup of tea.

*

E A Kaufman
The Witches of Stitches

I awaken on the lawn

In the unwelcome dawn
To the mocking cackle of a kookaburra
With an empty bottle beside me

*

Rae Desmond Jones

Snowflakes magnify bleak sun
winds drift dry curled leaves
I settle in chair and pick up Bly.

*

Clarisssa Jakobsons

Snow bunting.
White ruffled feathers in heather -
among scabius & crowberries.

*

Nat Hall
nordic blackbird

A friend I've not seen for some weeks sends an email today. Did she want to talk, I query. Instead of replying she tells me about standing in a field of snow, shouting at the sky. The night was dark, the moon was gone. This is what it must feel like, she writes, to stand on the corner of 4th and Exposition holding a cardboard sign: Anything Would Help.

*

Sherry O'Keefe
too much august, not enough snow

opening the blinds
in autumn light
- the tail of a lizard

*

Kirsten Nørgaard
lille blå ugle
(little blue owl)

You cannot make waves
in an empty swimming pool.
Concrete has no give.

*

A.J. Huffman

Old Man's Beard a cyclist wobbles the length of it

*

Alan Summers
with words