Three Line Poetry

Issue 57


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Sydney McQuoid
rain cascades through my veins
thumbs turn green
spring blooms feed amity

Ralph Carusillo
Imagination
Oxygen of creation
Our breath poetic

Bruce Heap
We sit the sea and I
listening for silences between
the crashing waves.

Laura McCorry
The rain beats outside
falling faster than the ground can absorb it,
as though it would cleanse us.

Sara Wilhoite-Mathews
birds flee before a storm
the lightning stabs
a lighthouse flashes

Stephen Curro
fresh air
new cherry blossoms
soft as silk

Isaac Eustice
Hibiscus flower
A glass mouth pouring petals
Old seltzer bottle

Laurie Decker
Gentle breezes carry sweet perfume
Across the flowery meadows, beyond
Bees float amongst the blooms

Ray Spitzenberger
wren nest
each hatchling a huge gaping mouth
Mom gone to get groceries

Brett Abrahamsen
Dismal apathy erases
The triumph of life
There is no escape

Gail Greenwood
young doe in the yard--
a sprig of dead leaves
for an earring

Shasta Hatter
Father's mortality
set on your shoulders
only a phone line to help

David Tate
Carpets of bluebells mirroring the sky
Tightly bunched buttercups aping sol
Dandelion seed heads are candyfloss clouds

Alvin Johnson
Bedrock faith,
like ancient olive trees
in rocky and dry lands.

Bruce Levine
Flying on a north wind
Leaves of grass restore
Ancient tapestries of forever

Wendy A. Miller
Mother's Day Hike with those I love
Tromp through mud, teeter on tree roots
Breath-stealing view, joy in the journey

Debbie Walker-Lass
Make a list of wonder
Blue skies, quiet days
Melting into each other

Anthony Ray
you speak in riddles
I answer in a drunk slur
neither is correct

Alan Meyrowitz
Memories fade, some abruptly
as if God flips a switch
when pain of loss too great to bear

Ann Boaden
<i>"Poetry is never safe--just necessary"</i>
old professor, shrimp-curled into his body,
his spaced, liturgical breaths.

Sarah Deranleau
Ghosts drift aimlessly
among this field of ruins.
Vacant eyes can't connect.

Jaya Avendel
Electrified moon rays
Play havoc with my heart
I supernova into a star.

Rani Jayakumar
we are here together
each captive to her own mind
one landscape, four prisons

Kristin Lawrence
scant kids test hallways
eyes inquiring aloft masks
ravenous crows land

KB Ballentine
Mud pools the yard, grass defeated.
A squirrel whiskers the limb of an oak,
flings itself into the gray void.

JR Vork
yellow daffodils
my family on the road to Newport
blooms

Kevin Glowacki
the lazy river
converses with mountain peaks
eloquent silence

Mullins Ian
sun-dripped ice-cream
pooling on the floor;
a little boy dips a toe

Carrie Polega
Crying floorboards against silence
weight of pondering shoes
library stacks hold their breath

Eliot Kurfman
kale flower
shuns market shelf
sweet and bright

John Hansen
Last year's thoughts
linger on the hem
of your maroon dress.

Patricia Pella
tidal rhythms
conducted by the wind
seagulls wave harmony

David Anthony Sam
The skip stone disappears into the current.
Concentric rings radiate from absence.
My hand awakens to what it has done.

Rachel Zempel
moonlight hit her hair
like a halo igniting
amid the darkness

DJ Tyrer
Grey-brown sea churns
White foam frosting waves
Gull cries on breeze

Jennifer Smith
Hands like a desert at noon
Callouses on Egyptian sheets
Touchless year finds its oasis

Joseph Pete
Steelworkers weary in the shift's ashes.
Neon diners beckon; Koz beelines home.
Mill furnace burns on. Molten handcuffs.

Rebecca Pyne
Ghost words,
Rumors of things never said -
a skewed palimpsest of meaning

Robert Hunt
breeze carries soothing tune
from jaunty youth
shut-in soul vitalized

Robert Beveridge
liquid sky
decanting the clouds into
a martini glass

D. Ryan
a flash of lightning
night loses its dark cover
on the river bed

J.E. Seuk
Kicked dog
still dashing
towards the dinner bell

Bre Davis
Sorrows healed
Finding my feet
Toeing old ground

Nells Wasilewski
chirpy birds and crickets
breeze evokes rustling leaves
sunset harmony

Thorwald Hansen
Life, the whetstone
sharpens some and some
wears down.

M. E. Murray
Luminescent sphere
suspended by gravity
brightens our bleak lives.

Melissa Laussmann
weaving woman
drops her needle
-white pine

April Pitts
Harvest time--
field mice and crows stalk
the newly risen corn.

Corey Cook
in the barn
bird nest fraught with horse hair
stalls long empty

Mary Gunn
the different ways
we fold our ballot papers --
colorful drawings
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