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Choose one or more themes, write a poem and send it to PoetsLane@everestkc.net
(please specify which month theme)
Begin with black marks on white paper - two dimensions.
Create a third: willow on a spring day, gnarled branches,
translucent lime green streamers. Late afternoon sunlight
strikes the leaves; turns them to dragonflies, shimmering in
slow sensual dance with the wind, swirling, glistening,
humming in the fourth dimension till a cloud passes before
the sun. Then only the willow, black marks, white paper.
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Arlene L. Mandell, a retired English professor, observed this
willow in Closter, NJ. She now lives in Santa Rosa, CA.
Howling at the Moon
It was a full moon night all was snowy white.
Sitting in the outhouse with open door for light.
Breath floating on air as stars I did stare.
While thirty hounds in runs knew I was there.
I watched as one jumped up on his shed,
causing some others to stir from their bed.
He began to howl with head pointed high.
Then others joined in with that mournful cry.
I did my best to keep up and sing.
And smiled when I heard our voices ring.
Others joined in. We all looked to the sky.
I knew then we were linked
For eons gone by.
Frank Thornburgh
Nan's Gift
I wish to tell you
that the gift you gave me
became the most important
part of my life
The days we sat
at your round oak table
and talked of poems
You in your eighties
and growing frail
spoke of words
and the page where they floated
Your eyes the color of moss
glinted with sunlight
Over five years
you answered my questions
pushed me to polish my work
fold it in an envelope
You prayed with me
for a good response
You are gone now
someone else owns your round oak table
Your face hovers in my mind
Scraps of paper
pinned to my office wall
hold your words
JULY-Freedom
NOVEMBER –Those Who Came Before US
December–Best Gift Ever