Four & Twenty

[Tim J Brennan]

A dirt road loves a field
next to it just the way it is— 

I have driven by only once;
I stayed the rest of my life.

[Tracy Mitchell]

A dirt road loves a field
next to it just the way it is— 

I have driven by only once;
I stayed the rest of my life.

Wowza!

[Colm Roe]

Wowza indeed.

[Tracy Mitchell]

  Thunder, Then

Rumbling, rain will come.
In its own way, rain tries 
to heal, to salve wounds,
to cradle earth's sodden sadness.


 

[Colm Roe]

Nice poeming Tracy...but you hang onto that rain for a while please.
We is wet enough here for a while 
 

[Colm Roe]

This Summer I'll learn to free-dive
drop deep into the blue
impress the ladies with my courage,
as I drown.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Maybe a Sweat Lodge for Real Prayers

I keep it around
like a fermenting corpse
too attached to say goodbye
too ashamed to cut it loose.
 

[Colm Roe]

Casa Margot, Fethiye beckons 
and we've only just come back
time's running out, a new sofa
or a new heaven? 

 

[Tracy Mitchell]

new sofa  . . . 

[Dave]

The new hip settles in nicely
Waiting to become mobile
While i agonize over the suffering
Of the flesh