by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
passion,
Rising
on convection currents
let the heat waves take you higher
Sunspots on the eye of reason
bright obsessive radiation,
casting shadows on the desert
rippling on the rolling ocean
rise and fall across the mountains
leaning out against the sunset
burning sails on the horizon,
Solar sailors, lost in love.
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
imagery, love, morning,
the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace
white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow
and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups
one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
lost love, passion,
We feel the changes
of the seasons
still we stay
for our own reasons
I because the time recalls
when we nearly had it all
He because
his olive skin
reflects the sun,
absorbs his friends
our cabana
sags and shivers
near the winter line
that quivers
on my lips
the margaritas
salty spray
on senoritas
gliding by him
on the sands
I am sick and weak
of hands
Yesterday we sailed
the harbor
silent,strong and filled
with ardor
By tommorow
we'll be gone
sunspots on
the face of dawn.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
life, nature, people, places, sea, social, universe,
Sunspots stain the smoking lenses,
sedation shades the restless sea,
gradients of tangerine
kiss surface burned tranquility.
Beyond the dreams of hungry eyes,
skyline licked by orange tongues,
street lights blinking into graves,
microcosmic dying suns.
Bleeding hearts on promenades
patrol the run down pallisades,
a universe breeds parallels
of purple prose and love parades.
Beyond the humpback of the bridge,
through latticed bones of iron rust,
sinks the orange basketball,
liquid gold to dirt and dust.
Dreamless sleepers congregate
as fading strands crawl on the skies,
and loneliness concealed within
then laughs until it crys.
by Ina Goodling |
Categories:
art, beauty, color, creation, poetry,
Pools of blue moonbeams
Shimmer silver in the night
And rippling with rhyme
These words begin to write
Cascading rainbows
Are rivers in the sky
The indigos and violets
Sing a lullaby
The morning’s rosy fingers
Add a touch of love
And the golden glow of sunset
Is a psalm from up above
Memories and mirages
Are moments lost in mist
While sunspots and dewdrops
Add a pleasant twist
These are the tools of artists
Taken to the extreme
These are life’s ingredients
And the stuff of dreams.
by Bill Keen |
Categories:
cat, love, wife, wine,
A Place to
Be
I hope that Sally is where
there are cats that curl
in sunspots on a floor
and readers who peruse
novels slowly from cover
to cover through long
Sunday afternoons.
Or it could be Monday
when the washing is done
and the red beans are steeping.
I would make my way there
to make the memory mine
with a nice bottle of wine.