Ed Webbs last blog post..Media & Identity in the Middle East – Noted This Week (weekly)

A mantle white has freshly fallen on the far mountains,
But through the dirty window
Crowd grimy cars on the pavement
A crisp curtain of blue crests the peaks,
And the highway’s rumbling trucks
Fling their blackened mist
High and low the horizon hops in a pulse line,
Yet the angular rooftops
Creep relentlessly across the plain
Situated in marvelous splendor the scene unfolds,
For the straight concrete barriers
Feign creation in mocking assembly
Toward the skies the summits soar,
So progress itself is even outreached
Revealing feeble hubris

Rick Tanskis last blog post..National Poetry Month 2009 4.6 The Far Mountains

Automatic point
at eye-line, the passageway
to muddled brains
between eyes that caught pellets
when they tickled
my belly, shoulder, thighs.
Nail-bitten fingers twitch
on triggered strokes
before I am jerked.
Last rounds
Last rounds
caressing an empty barrel.

-b

billimaries last blog post..April 5th – "Machineguntoy"

Feathery lawns untailored untethered
Tangles of knotgrass and wrackweed,
Daisies, dandelion ragged leaf sprays,
Tigergrass spills and phlox edges.

There’s never a fill nor a scarcity
Of pretensions or implicit pardons,
So pick an eyeful of diversity
From the treasures in our City gardens.

Ken Allans last blog post..In Praise Of Plaudit

Maria Monacos last blog post..Pay attention

i am the cold:
the chill that comes with spring;
the frost that covers you
so that you lay quietly dormant,
expectant for release,
only to be told to wait, wait, wait;
i hesitate,
knowing that once the snow has melted,
the ice removed,
you will come into your own without me
and our roles reversed — i will be gone,
no longer necessary –
and that, i cannot even begin to fathom
beneath this white blanket
we share together

listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/16z7tgs7ql.mp3

Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Your Alliteration Days