Upon hearing the once
eminent author had
abandoned all hope
of finishing his novel
I felt sympathy for the poor
volume, half-done, limping
to a nearby shelf to find
the climb too stressful
Gone the simple words
that do not try to impress,
unknown the future
of the much-loved main
character.
JD DeHart
Tennessee,
US
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
A Matter of Preference
Fred prefers a mouse
connected by a wire
to his keyboard.
Walt prefers a mouse
that’s portable, able
to roam over the desk
in Walt’s big hand.
For Walt the danger is
the mouse may slip
and fall off the desk,
hit the floor and break.
That's happened twice.
Fred prefers a wife, one
he’s had for 30 years.
Walt prefers a fiancé,
a new one every year.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
connected by a wire
to his keyboard.
Walt prefers a mouse
that’s portable, able
to roam over the desk
in Walt’s big hand.
For Walt the danger is
the mouse may slip
and fall off the desk,
hit the floor and break.
That's happened twice.
Fred prefers a wife, one
he’s had for 30 years.
Walt prefers a fiancé,
a new one every year.
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa.
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
Passage
Roots are deep
the trees stretch
toward the ether
and within the womb
of dark brown soil.
The sky changes
like time
and leaves shades
of purple and blue
amid a cacophony
of wasted foliage.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
United Kingdom
the trees stretch
toward the ether
and within the womb
of dark brown soil.
The sky changes
like time
and leaves shades
of purple and blue
amid a cacophony
of wasted foliage.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
United Kingdom
Thursday, 9 February 2017
No Silence
Hell is the absence
of ink with twelve more
ideas rolling out,
soon to be forgotten
An absence of voice,
itch in the throat,
when a word must be
spoken for reason
Last bits of thought
unrecorded, unexpressed
on a sullen afternoon,
embracing silence
When a sentence would
heal, banishing tension.
JD DeHart
Tennessee, US.
of ink with twelve more
ideas rolling out,
soon to be forgotten
An absence of voice,
itch in the throat,
when a word must be
spoken for reason
Last bits of thought
unrecorded, unexpressed
on a sullen afternoon,
embracing silence
When a sentence would
heal, banishing tension.
JD DeHart
Tennessee, US.
Monday, 6 February 2017
A Winter Buffet
A bright winter day
and not a leaf left
on this skeleton
tree teeming
with sparrows
chirping and hopping
branch to branch
waiting for the feeder
to be free of cardinals
juncos and jays
bickering for seed
while on the ground
four doves
stroll in silence
feasting on spilled
seed near the tree
where a fat squirrel
sits with tail high
in a question mark
ready to dive
and scatter them all
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa
and not a leaf left
on this skeleton
tree teeming
with sparrows
chirping and hopping
branch to branch
waiting for the feeder
to be free of cardinals
juncos and jays
bickering for seed
while on the ground
four doves
stroll in silence
feasting on spilled
seed near the tree
where a fat squirrel
sits with tail high
in a question mark
ready to dive
and scatter them all
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa
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