Three Line Poetry

Issue 33


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Malina Damjanovic
A new day begins.
As an old one ends.
Day by day as we make amends.

Jack Galmitz
a firefly
then another one
in a river of them

Marianne Gambaro
feet still frozen in the garden
a lone sunflower stands sentry
head picked bald by juncos

Jay Friedenberg
autumn dusk
a landscape
in sepia tone

Nina Dillon
We are in turn four of the triple crown.
I hold on desperately
until I let you go.

Noah Westfall
mountains and valleys
the journey is long and hard
let’s walk together

Eileen Campbell
She is beautiful the way pansies are
once they’ve been picked--
slender, touchable, and dying.

Allison COwzer
Dangerous black skies
Clouded eyes scowling
Lightening retort

Mary Beth OConnor
how many nights has the ocean sung
a lullaby beneath your pillow
white light of stars filling your windows

Scott Hicks
there is no jealousy
between
grains of sand

Gavin Austin
early snow
the old mare pawing
white pasture

Susan Gentry
flowers placed on grave
showing attempts to connect
lost without my mom

Ana Drobot
floating on the clouds -
the wind through waterlilies
opening fully

James W. Spain
The vibrant oaks and maples
dressed only briefly for fall
soon to be stark and bare

Jack Galmitz
rain all day
under the awning
I was enchanted by the refrain

Nancy Iannucci
Larruping his limbs
Repeatedly–an illusionist
firefly flees a window.

Christopher J. Jarmick
Seven Samurai and one Haiku Master
Basho bests Mifune
Pen over sword.

Patricia Campion
Red cardinal
Brushes against foliage
Soft ruby in an emerald sea

Jerry Durick
Days like this, doors open wider
and hours, if we count them
are as long as heaven.

Jerry Durick
Light rain like this
Reminds me of being young
Of promises of things to come

Eden Silverfox
Shattered beyond repair
You there were
And watched me fall

Theresa Cancro
bebop at midnight --
I trace the freckle maze
across his chest

Maureen Augustus
Milkshake on the floor.
Half-chewed hot dog in a can.
Please be a hot dog.

Chris Johnson
Plans I’ve never made
For things I’ve never done
Haunt the corners of my mind.

Linda Sacco
The devil was in my destiny.
Now a love song’s just a love song
And I find feathers with each footprint.

Doug Van Hooser
whispers in the wind
of a past that laughed
linger like shards of glass

Jasmine Wardiya
It’s a hot day again
and I’m a puddle in the sun
to be trod upon.

Martha Christina
Red-tailed hawk, creature
of currents, daily
ravages the wingless.

Joseph Roberts
within the evening shadows
are shadows
of my yesterdays

Tyson West
long dark limousine
throbbing nightclub bass line--high
heels and a short black dress

Jan Allison
war graves surround me
stretching into the distance
scarlet poppies grow

Anna Cates
the cosmos
open with rain—
wormholes

Anna Cates
cloudless sky
mystery valentine
in the mailbox

Martha Russell
clouds vanish
a rainbow appears
the Master’s work

Anthony Ward
Black model T’s trickling out onto roads
Flowing like inky rivers
Pooling parks of iridescence

Patricia Pella
class reunion
tethered balloons
hold all the room’s air

Knicholas Kennedy
She was a ship
I was a hundred days
stuck at sea.

Jennifer Smith
Dark clouds descend low
Mountains like whipped topping
The July morning cools

Joseph Izzo
your voice to me was joy
now panic when you speak
relief when you leave

Cody Schweickert
a flame chaotic
swarms Sequoias
black-wood Monoliths

Eric Bonholtzer
Pulling with the sea’s ebb
Bringing back
The silence for thought

Vanessa Ngam
Penetrating eyes
Watching perpendicular
Countless dilemmas

Emily Yin
The Pacific splinters
against naked dunes
Sunrise fogs the glassy waves

Michael Haviland Jr.
full of oranges
a palace swallows sunbeams-
longingly I crave

Jackie Maugh Robinson
some nights there’s a moon
one wondrous whole
or a piece of the mystery

Gabriella Giugliano
Kidnapped sawdust herbs;
Taut string violently steeps, drowns—
fragrance bleeds and stains.

Gabriella Giugliano
Nimble dragonfly
waits: to trust outstretched finger;
to stutter-still wings.

Jae Rossi
a buoy bobs
afloat indefinitely
tugged from the root by the sea

Michael L. Newell
empty fields cracked concrete
abandoned school
faint chants and cries of children

Jenny Kuderer
The light of Truth peered through the clouds,
The cave of ignorance vacated,
The energy of love becoming spacious.
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