Poetry by Chrissy Schreiber in the style of Ted Kooser.
Persephone
The demise of spring is encapsulated
in this impure orb, firm and taught and
dripping with the seeds of hunger. Winter is
sown into the earth, that eternal cycle of
death and rebirth begins again with
a bursting bubble of liquid, red as blood.
Afire Love
Lines placed thoughtfully upon the page,
coming together to spell. Your name, valentine, honey, it’s all the same. That you
might look at me and alight like this,
the way you do with a hot cup of tea
by the fireside, cocooned in lavender. I hope
that these words would be enough.
Origami
I wrote my pain on a square piece of paper,
the scratch of my pen echoing my itchy
thoughts, picking away at my stitches
with prickly barbs named spite and ache
and melancholy. One side was red and
one side was black as night. I folded with
shaking fingers, each stroke a heartbeat,
each crease a heartbreak. When you find it,
perhaps it will be a swan.
Poetry by Jacquie Burckley in the style of Vee Beato.
(1)
condemning yourself won’t
mend the loss
but please
know that one day
you will have the strength
and elegance to heal
(2)
under waves of ocean
we hold our breath but
maybe this time
I will try to breathe
(3)
she is rock
she builds
then she crumbles.
(Read) Between the Vines 