Neelam Saxena Chandra Something in me is shattered like broken pieces of mirror, something in me is wrecked like a ship lying worthless, something in me is destroyed like hay charred in sun, something in me is crushed like stones under a road roller, something in me has ruptured like a broken vein… fragments of…
Tag: ENGLISH POEM
The Nothing that Returned
Jeffrey Williams It was to return Mightier than ever With vengeance and determination To destroy all that dares question it All that disobey its ruthless abandon I remain stubborn Intensely stubborn No fear for this mortal I stood in its path Arms stretched Eyes clinched tight Waiting for its wrath Then it came with the…
Les chansons tristes
Dušan Gojkov Translated from Serbo-Croatian by Danijela Kambasković – Sawers the vernal I know that the poplar beneath your window is shooting young leaves and that the magnolias and tulips across the road are in blossom yet I give your street a wide berth as, gods knows why, I remember the beautiful vow we made…
POETRY SHOULD
Durlabh Singh. Poetry should move some Beyond the statistics Not symptoms in dead ends Enclosed within cornets Murmuring of numerous An elaboration perhaps For the entangled dictions. The spirit moves From end to end In fastidious freedom Some instructs to convey I heard it singing other day By a black birds in transit. What the…
Circe
Diane Dehler/ USA Circe: renowned for knowledge of herbs and spiritual purification. I dreamed last night of Circe, pursuing the Moon. Twilight spilled red water color passion indigo gold, Smudges of moonlight ink across her face. Circe, I said – wait my poem needs you. She tossed white, wild sage onto my sleeping body. In…
THE NAKED PRESENT
Davide Trame Autumn in the countryside, half past five, already dark. I’ve come to my childhood place by chance, looking for a bunch of keys I need from my old uncle. Here by the house of my first summers, deckchairs under the garden grapes by the water pump, caressing the grass, parents, grandparents, in the…
Cento For Daddy
David Groulx Who gave me the atom bomb twisted water into mercury perverted God and Godzilla I love you baby who loved my mother until Tecumseh was slaughtered by Locke on the plains of Abraham and buried here on the prairie beside Patrice Lumumba Oh baby you left me waiting for the revolution on the…
Recalculating Words’ Worth
Louie Crew, USA Emeritus Professor at Rutgers: The State University of New Jersey Up! up! my Friend, and quit your screen; Or surely you’ll grow double Up! up! my Friend, and safely wean. Why all this toil and trouble. These CRTs bring endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet. How sweet its music! on my…
SANDSTORM
Between Rocks: A Pantoum
Carol Smallwood Waiting for a stop light I read: For Weed Control Call Today and remembered hanging clothes over porch rails to dry: the long stem daisies, the Queen Anne’s Lace beginning in May, catnip flourishing between rocks that made Minnie play. Some leaves the size of paddles topped with flower displays flourished as if…