2 Haikus By K. T. Mitchell

One-thousand eyes are
independently blinking.
The fly spies our lust.

Wood, mortar, beams, glass
concrete- structures fall
when the Earth's sands shift.

Scattered Ants By Chenoweth Wright

Taken at my word,

universe listening,

swords sheathed, appetites sated,

Our starfish days,

lazy and painted,

find catapult, find solace and sin.

Our very lives cavort themselves,

stayed and projected across planks of void,

staggering beneath covers of intellect,

insects only to the hive of universe.

Clarion, a bell of castles,

of a fever of imaginings.

Hooking into any branching tree,

we swing,

from God to God, being fathers

of our very origins.

Spur of the Moment Poetry

10,000 Thank Yous to all the poets who came out to the Open Mic and Workshop last night. It will be wonderful to see what creativity blossoms in future meetings. The poem below is the cumulative effort of Donald Anderson, Wally Condon, Chrissy D, Nancy Farley, K. T. Mitchell, Marie Rose, Gail Lee White and Chenoweth Wright.

A Tentative Star

Smiling with the crows just before the sun sets,
he walks among the tomato plants,
toward shanty shack whispering to
himself, remembering

the way she looked under the willows
he longed to embrace her on a bed
full of pillows and from the window

watch the moon drift slowly.
Dreams of lives unlived wasted
by the useless war.

Flakes upon the mountain in sunlight
mist to rain. The snowflakes begin
their ballet, all is still.

En pointe, pirouette in the theatre
called night. The stars are stagelights.
Feeling their heat is what keeps him

thriving. Now grow and overcome
through striving. Freedom should flow
like silk in the air. Unfolding hope

from despair. A tentative star on the horizon-
a space station on the move
cluster around her warmth, spinning happy.