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A Substantial Shadow

Often I am haunted
By the reflection
Of a shrunken face
Of a substantial shadow,
That has gathered
An impervious thickness.

None can claim like me
To have measured
The dwarf-shadow,
Gaining an immeasurable height
As never seen before.

Even when, you are by my side,
I tip-toe to the left of the highway
And get drenched to the core
By the visible nothingness
Of a cluster of barren clouds.

I know why,

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poem by Arkay Drk
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Doubt

To doubt too often deeper doubts succeed,
upon itself it’s self perversely feeds,
sad skeins, dyed grey or black, back interbreed,
and darkly hung, strung cloud mind wrung. Foul weed
whose sole success seems self-destructive need,
whose cancers cluster, to each breast accede.
Nor church, nor sect, nor rosary, nor bead,
successfully may ever intercede
to shrug such shackles so dark doubts recede
unless the mind lets aching heart re[a]d bleed,
and heed pain’s flow, outgrowing grief, concede
that stress-free sojourn can’t be guaranteed...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Summer Rains

After a lengthy waiting game
In a parched southern Indiana
Belated summer rains came
Like the gift of heavenly manna

Due to a dry-as-a-bone summer
Corn fields withered and failed
This pitiful yield was a stunner
Bushel predictions got curtailed

Bad year for the resolute sodbuster
Watch a lone, ugly-ass turkey vulture
Soon others will circle in a cluster
Death knell of the farming culture

Check what the almanac says about spring
Deal with the high cost of fuel, feed, and seed
Tighten the belt; Live on a shoe-string
He is a Hoosier farmer and he will succeed

poem by Charles Hancock
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Panorama Of Carmine

Berries festooning shrubs, hedges and trees,
Crimson and scarlet in profusion they cluster.
And stay hanging on as the winds start to bluster,
These fruits, to the birds, all hunger appease.

With red-blooded richness, they welcome the season
Of ice and deep snow, so frozen and cold.
Resisting all efforts to relinquish their hold,
Whatever the trial, whatever the reason.

In bunches suspended they glisten in sunlight,
As if they’d been polished to a brilliant shine.
A delectable sight this panorama of carmine,
Against winter’s background, so glitteringly white.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Bamboo Tunes and Cat Eyed Girl

In the murmuring evenings,
Cat eyed girl, worn ear-rings,
Stands by bamboo cluster,
Putting down pots of water.

Gilded bamboos sing and sway,
And the tired path becomes gay.
Bamboo hearts throb ever;
Unnamed tunes cease never.

Her bamboo throes resounded
In the gloomy wind unbounded.
Melodies of earth does shower
On her soul that does hover.

Finger tip of the wind brings
Sweet tunes from bamboo strings.
Music enters her inner grove,
Where the forlorn dreams rove.

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poem by Fabiyas M V
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‘In the wave-strike over unquiet stones’

In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose
and the ring of water contracts to a cluster
to one drop of azure brine that falls.
O magnolia radiance breaking in spume,
magnetic voyager whose death flowers
and returns, eternal, to being and nothingness:
shattered brine, dazzling leap of the ocean.
Merged, you and I, my love, seal the silence
while the sea destroys its continual forms,
collapses its turrets of wildness and whiteness,
because in the weft of those unseen garments
of headlong water, and perpetual sand,
we bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Reclusive Heart

Sometimes my reclusive heart
Seeks to disappear down unknown streets
Of a despised city or to be swallowed
By rain clouds of the weeping life
But other times, I desire to refresh myself again
In the cultured cluster of long departed friends
Who read Samuel Coleridge and John Keats
In tranquil sunlit rooms
Of incense and chardonnay.

I continue to worship to this day
Gentle souls of music and art
Who want to leave this place
More beautiful than they found it.

I must return along an ancient path
And revisit with longing
A ghost lover who informed
The philosophy of my essence.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Longfellow

The winds have talked with him confidingly;
The trees have whispered to him; and the night
Hath held him gently as a mother might,
And taught him all sad tones of melody:
The mountains have bowed to him; and the sea,
In clamorous waves, and murmurs exquisite,
Hath told him all her sorrow and delight--
Her legends fair-- her darkest mystery.
His verse blooms like a flower, night and day;
Bees cluster round his rhymes; and twitterings
Of lark and swallow, in an endless May,
Are mingling with the tender songs he sings--.
Nor shall he cease to sing-- in every lay
Of Nature's voice he sings-- and will alway.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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To George Peabody

DANVERS, 1866

BANKRUPT! our pockets inside out!
Empty of words to speak his praises!
Worcester and Webster up the spout!
Dead broke of laudatory phrases!
Yet why with flowery speeches tease,
With vain superlatives distress him?
Has language better words than these?
THE FRIEND OF ALL HIS RACE, GOD BLESS HIM!

A simple prayer--but words more sweet
By human lips were never uttered,
Since Adam left the country seat
Where angel wings around him fluttered.
The old look on with tear-dimmed eyes,
The children cluster to caress him,
And every voice unbidden cries,
THE FRIEND OF ALL HIS RACE, GOD BLESS HIM!

poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis

I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis,
Where a Sazandar's groan resounds
The people cluster on the bridge,
The crowd carpets the whole capital,
While below, the Kuramurmurs.

Above the Kura are dukhans
Where there is wine and good pilaf,
A ruddy dukhanshchik
Gives glasses to the guests,
He is ready to serve you.

The thick Cahetian wine
In the cellar is ready to drink --
There in the coolness, in peace,
You drink your fill, drink in pairs:
Don't drink alone.

In the smallest dukhan,
If you ask for Teliani,

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poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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