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Broken arms reaching
For some divine intervention to guide
Two minutes
Too late.
They scold the air for its weight,
Cursing each foul gust as if they were the fists of the enemy himself
Bearing children’s laughter.
They Pity the trees for their withered knowledge,
Asking in part,
For them to Impart,
And half crossing themselves in Thanks
that they two
are not one in the same.
They beg Forgiveness from the motionless grass.
Their tears falling on each tortured root,
Tired from sheer will.
Through severed eyes I see their Sanctuary
And savor the bloody, metallic taste of their Doubt
That pervades my tongue with each glance.
Smiling, I turn.
Chuckling, I walk.
And Laughing, I run, never to look back.
Summer/Fall 2008 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: FIVE POEMS by Arlene Ang
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD by Jeanette Lee
ACTIVE LEARNING by Fred Jacobs
1946 by Steve De France
WHAT WE DO ALL DAY by Matthew Savoca
WHEN YOU WERE GOOD by Laurie Granieri
(Editor's Choice)
LOVE WITHOUT SEX by John J. Petrolino
III
DELIVERANCE by P.C. Scheponik
YOUR TASTE STILL LINGERS by Sarah Pace
AUTUMN by Cody Boyko
ETHEREAL by Arielle Hader
JUST EAST OF VINE by Ry Kincaid
SILENCE. by C.J. Opperthauser
BREVITY by Yi Dong
CRACKED CEILING IN A NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY HOUSE
by Juanita Torrence-Thompson
