Beauty

  Songbirds Sing (Triolet Sonnet) As songbirds sing with joy of spring, unfolding blossoms show their hues. From my front...

  The World Is Still Too Much Too much, and much too much, it still goes on: The men and...

All photos by Mark Wyatt / All poetry by Alec Ream Chant of the Wooded Hall Chlorophyll concordant eaves Soaring...

Sonnet for an Arabian Autumn After William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 This time of year you will in me perceive When...

  This time of year makes it hard to believe in randomness. Maples flame up, then out, visible symmetry undressed...

Often I ponder things unseen Eons of light and mysterious beings The breathtaking fallout as stars collide A silent womb...

Darkness No longer did they see the need For things called books they used to read. Music—no longer symphonies, But...

Riven (A Rannaigheacht Ghairid) Once I dreamed Ospreys soared where salmon teemed. Frigid streams and waterfalls Frosted walls where glaciers...

  Winter’s Passing Now I can see no sky above your space, For dark clouds hide the blue that may...

  Says Simon Cowell (A Villanelle) “Which came first, the egg or fowl? This is what I’d like to know.”...

  Once Flew and Flown No More Such heights I once had seen and gusts of winds that caught my...

  Time (for Children) Time flies, as everyone knows and time marches on, as the saying goes and time will stand...

(thanks for your kindness) How like a star in a darkening sky, appears an unexpected friendly deed. How much more...

Mulched beyond bones, but reprieved, Wolfgang has a home in my mind, and he’s still bereaved. From his pauper’s grave,...

  On Super Bowl LI I went to bed. The Falcon’s made it 28 to 3 and yet I never...

There used to be a limpid lake Home to the finest birds you'd find. We'd watch their glory till daybreak....

What thoughts has thinking hard put in my brain, that show a different world than my eyes see, before, things...

  Bubbles I swish the stick To watch a spread of bubbles gleam; Free and delightful they float Almost a...

  A Strange and Sweet Unrest Awake forever with a sweet unrest . . .” —John Keats, “Bright Star” She...

“This foyer of the spirit is the seat of a sovereign.” - Anca Rosu The lyric lures release of thought,...

Ballad: Our Crew of Two When we set forth, the breeze blew fair, The sun shone balmy, warm. Our sheets...

Song of Ulysses For greatness and glory’s sake For all things rich and noble In proud ships tall let us...

  Old School I saw two women at a table in a small café Not making eye contact or talking,...

  Walked the Mountain What shape is that, the mountain's brow? A glacier field, a glacier field! I walked to...

Rising above the silt and murky mud, Clean and pure is the small pink bud, Supported by a supple stem...

Shin-Rin-Yoku Forest Bathing You stand beneath this canopy of trees, surrender will, hold still.   You close your eyes and listen...

  Departure Like escaping through a siege, growing older       Hampers itself with hopes of return; So if, over your bare...

  The Terrorists Tears feed the sweeping sands beneath their feet, And blood runs deep into the living ground. The...

Water Music Just as white as a blanket of new-fallen snow Is the noise of a waterfall cresting a brim...

The Speaker Unaccustomed to Such Oratory Feats The speaker - unaccustomed to such oratory feats - cleared his throat, a...

  Color streams burst brightly in a flourish of elation, Each to soar and cover night's condoning, lofty, canvas –...

  How Can You Feel Blue? How can you feel blue When you look toward the sky And see the...

To Michael Dana Gioia* By Cal Wes Ubideer The Word within the World that articulates itself does not exist in...

  Unspoilt, unique, a soulful place Ancient oaks all around Scattered acorns sprouting shoots New life emerging from the ground...

. . On the Winter Solstice Winter Winter cold and crass Winter Winter old the grass Fast we go across...

By Jane Blanchard On December 5, 1830, Christina Rossetti was born in London to an Italian-English mother married to an...

  Obi-Wan Bin Laden RIP Let’s remember what God wants: Killing people’s never right, So Obi-Wan Bin Laden then Cannot...

A rondeau on Shen Yun Performing Arts By Evan Mantyk I love the dance that can exalt The human form...

  In an Unfinished Honeycomb:  An Old Story As lichen on a rock expands, so you grow in love on...

Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this...