This Poem Is a Process. Whatever Else You Read Today Is This Poem.
~Noah Berlatsky
the sacrifice
of forests
Christmas gift wrap
~Wanda Amos
giving tree –
Santa arrives
on a purple scooter
~Bonnie J Scherer
jingle bells
time to bring out
our gay apparel
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
no
one to fill my stocking but myself I become Santa
~Jennifer
Gurney
Salvation Army shelter home for the holidays
~Jennifer Gurney
Christmas Eve
red and green lights at
the intersection
~John J. Dunphy
My yoga mat is rolled up by arthritis and bad knees.
A fractured wrist put winter walking on my deranged list.
My head is full of migraines and a gallon of caffeine.
I'd like to change my age back to a time
when all that mattered was a peanut butter sandwich.
~Nolcha Fox
he was briefly remembered for having elegant penmanship
~Patrick Sweeney
writing –
my style changes upon hearing
a siren
~John J. Dunphy
pen to paper
the feeling of
pure release
- poetry
~Ann Christine Tabaka
in his glad rags, he was comfortable on his own bed of nails
~Patrick Sweeney
though they were only a myth, it was a relief when the winners cashed in
~Patrick Sweeney
the obligation of pumpkin pie
~Patrick Sweeney
the day the candlenut tree introduced herself
~Patrick Sweeney
whatever will I do with this déjà vu
~Patrick Sweeney
