Three Line Poetry

Issue 29


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Jackie Maugh Robinson
nearly full moon . . .
scudding clouds
turn it off turn it on

Katherine Sukeforth
In the forest maze
sparkling water trickling down
place of solitude.

Katherine Sukeforth
Crickets chirping song
breezes sifting through the trees
time for reflection.

Katherine Sukeforth
Birds singing sweetly
unlock the door to the dawn
the creatures stirring.

Jerry Durick
Pools are never as deep as they think,
six cold ones into hot afternoons
for the rest of their lives.

Grace Black
extinguished lighter
inhaling only regret
another bad habit

Grace Black
vestigial heart
panoply of sorrow,
she wept

Timothy Pilgrim
College coffee urn finally cleaned
deep bottom layers, insect wings --
knowledge now tastes like dark roast

Traci Howell
Slowly and gently the clouds roll in
Covering the sky above
Lightning slicing the darkness

William Davies
Leaves billow
across the headlights,
bonescree of Saints.

Marybeth Cohowicz
telephone poles
casting crucifix shadows
is this the road to salvation?

Dane Miller
variet’l dark blues
grape-train that climbs broken hills
frost has sullied you

Olfa Drid
winter drawing near-
clouds start kissing & cuddling
Impending love drops...

Khadija Ghzaiel
a lighthouse flare calls.
ring ring! soul petals open
healing in the dark

Dennis Lowe
Friday Eternal:
tight dresses, stumbling high heels
wasted Maenads chased

Cody Schweickert
Necropolis of dreams
Apocalyptic themes
Awake, tomb dweller

Nabeela Altaf
The rich woman wears the fur coat
Wealthy in her gait and a limp in her pride
She hides ragged clothing underneath.

Barbara Tate
lost in the noon of night
I remember something
I forgot to forget

Patty Tancyus
the rain falls steady
the tin roof plays its music
my own symphony

Audrey Samuelson
Solicited by a stranger
His hand upon mine
A thin pale tan line

Damien Tuffnell
Pleated skirt atop bare legs,
old trainers become endearing.
A photograph taken just before the rain.

Sandra Bounds
Darkness melts away
the sun begins his ascent
painting a pink sky

Deborah Guzzi
Fall kites undulate in the aquamarine sky;
their bowed, string-ballast sways sensuously
like the tail of a manta ray.

Deborah Guzzi
Her eyes whose caterpillar-brows warm hearts
recall smiling Cheshire Cats, hidden holes,
cascading falls to Wonderland - aglow

Audrey Samuelson
Ancient headstones consumed by moss
Beautiful mausoleums
Marble angels standing guard

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
nighttime in our garden
ceramic gnomes weed, water
under the moon’s light

Jason Ascerno
The world is giant
But the novels are bigger
Small things can be huge

Tyson West
fears of ebola
hopes for the first hard frost
marigolds linger

Chris Gusek
sleeping back to back
the sun down upon our wrath -
perpetual moon

Chris Gusek
the bending pine trees
her emotions echoing
inside my sad mind

Mike Ambrose
Autumn blue sky canopies
a trail of orange-red Ash-arches
casting ever shorter memories.

Marie Gaspari
Drowning in the Sea of Abraxas
Soul abandoned
In pursuit of blood-red fruits forbidden

Marie Gaspari
An elliptical curving
of ebony and white
suspended in an azure sea

Lori Gravley
I ask them to roll
shoulder blades against ribs.
Like angels, they comply.

Jill Grunewald
In the night’s field
I make a lover
my scarecrow

Ashok Niyogi
pot belly in car seat
Indian ego is chauffeured
wrong ergonomics

Bill Melton
Thunderbolt lightning
Momentary flashing light
An inky black sky

Teddy KIMATHI
stolen kisses-
he cannot afford
her beautiful nature

Timothy Hicks
ant trails of snow,
lakes like broken glass -
stewardess hands me a drink

Timothy Hicks
blades of light cut swift
through heaven’s cotton field -
igniting their dreams

Santosh Kalwar
free from ivory-tower
the pencil twirls
across the footpath

Ann Youmans
A deep empty lot
Nothing but grass and ghosts
I think the house was blue

Billy Antonio
monsoon evening
headlights piercing
a curtain of rain

Jackie Maugh Robinson
stars and grains of sand-
poets ask the universe
how far how many

Olfa Drid
Mystery of sleep -
time to release the jailed
soul. Daily death

Michael Ratcliffe
Memories of roots remain in veins.
Disconnected from limbs and trunk,
our journey begins with the fall.

Daniel Von Der Embse
Your face below mine
Eyes begging for what you want
Say it in my ear

San Hartman
winter white hexagonal kiss
surprised chill pressed tender lips
another log on the fire

Stuart Lee
Where does the time go?
Indigo sky and umber
Forever gazing, the window.

Victoria Krylova
Tiger bathing in the moonlight
Pacing back and forth
Battling woes that don’t exist
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