FAHEY, MARY CRANE
KILLGORE, C L
NIELSEN, AYAZ DARYL
Killing a fly
with my Diet Coke bottle
passes for news
and dancing carp
along the river of dreams.
Sing with me now you wingless butterfly;
You steel breeze of loving malice.
Fly with me, you voiceless sparrow.
Brook no thought.
Clear water curves
Fragrant, cool wind blows
stirs the leaves, kisses my cheek.
Grandma says hello.
Passing time in an empty space
Filling moments in a perpetual haze
Waiting on the precipice of reality
We don a mask over our mask,
drawing a curtain over the veil,
aching and arching ears expand.
The pouring out of words upon a page,
not pretty, but honest
escapees from a restless mind.
yule tree in Texas
blinking lights revealing gifts
daughter stuck in Queens
Sheltered at home during the pandemic
Time for homemade crafts and baked goods
Tis the year for social distance gifting
Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
perhaps a new mirror
this one reflects
last year's fool
gifts in disguise
a case waiting for Sherlock Holmes.
No presents this year,
just thoughts of one another,
with genuine love.
Leaves fall silently in cold autumn rain
scent of feasts escape noisy tables
memories flicker of many now gone
The big holly tree bursts now with berries,
soon to celebrate Christmas day with us,
and later, the squirrels and birds will feast.
The clatter of plates
Happy voices of loved ones
Forgetting the news
songs of peace
At The Table for One Restaurant
The Spirit of Christmas shuns me
Because you left this earth.
The falling snow muffles the holiday clamor,
And opens a pine scented gateway
To a time more intimate and benign.
in line for a food box
volunteers offer day old flowers
bread for body and soul
Lighting candles for wishes
To herald New Year
the sun embraces
an old logging road
deep frozen wheel ruts nestled
full of downy snow
Lost are countless rainbows to climb
with carabiners, harness and rope
Prisms now prisons, ropes now thread
summer sun falls
The spirit of Christmas -
thinking not of ourselves,
blessing those who have a need
warmth from frozen memories
frozen in their photographs
frozen in their smiles
the wings of morning
warm a cold winter
bells are ringing
unseen footprints in flat-lit snow
indulge depressive impressions
glacial sobs fill empty space
does not see
When she leaves in the morning, crack
open the window, let in the cold, let in
the dog's bark scratching at the glass.
Beak tucked into shoulder
Bobbing like a buoy
Afloat in duck dreams.
the silent landscape
back of the bus
a girl writes her name
on the window
The aroma of mother's cooking...
In times gone by, enjoying the fruits
of our farm. Happy memories stay.