Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Submission Guidelines

Thank you for considering Whispers for a place to share your writing.  The guidelines follow:

1.  Submissions of unpublished and previously published work are acceptable.  Please do not send quotes from others unless they are in the context of the piece submitted and that the original author is given credit.  It is up to the author to obtain permission if needed for reprints.  By submitting to Whispers, the writer is assuring that the work is his or her own.  Whispers reserves the right to delete any work that has been copied from another writer without credit or authorization.

2.  Send one of the three following:

    ---1 poem 20 lines or less

    ---up to 5 haiku/senryu (please make sure to clearly identify that separate poems are being submitted)


    ---up to 3 tanka (see above)

    ---for people that are not poets, 1 short paragraph of encouragement will be considered

Writers are eligible for publication every other month.

3.  You may include a bio of 4-5 lines written in third person style.  See “Living Wings” published January 15, 2013 for an example.  A bio is not necessary for publication.

4.  No profanity, erotica, violence or other derogatory writing will be accepted.

5.  Whispers reserves the right to select poetry based on the goal stated at the end of the guidelines.

6.  Spiritual poetry is welcomed but the editor would like to have a variety of pieces that will uplift and inspire readers.  Humor is appreciated.

7.  Children’s poetry is appreciated.  Parent permission is required.  Please email gksm@cableone.net before sending.

8.  Poetry will be published along the left margin for consistency.  Please keep that in mind when submitting.

9.  Preferred method of submission is to send poetry as a works document or in the body of an email with your name and country.  Please email your submission to Karen O’Leary at gksm@cableone.net  If you would rather submit by snail mail, please email Karen for her address.  You may email her with any questions you may have.

10.  I hope you also participate by commenting on others’ writing. 

In this challenging time for many, it is the hope that Whispers will connect people in a way that is supportive, encouraging and inspiring to others.  Thank you for considering being a part of this community.

Monday, September 29, 2014

---------70,000 Views!--From the Editor's Perspective--------



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Congratulations contributors on reaching 70,000 views!  This is your honor.  I receive emails all the time from people telling me how impressed  they are with the level of poetry at Whispers.  It is a gift to be able to work with so many talented writers.  Thank you for making our online journal a success.  I would also like to thank our readers, especially those that leave encouraging comments.  You give our words purpose and meaning.  Poetry is meant to be a shared experience.  I hope you continue to share or join in this journey.

Best wishes to all of you,
                                                                       
Karen O'Leary

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Sundry--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Sundry

Silent shifting of sand
Shadows dance then vanish
Snow melts, unmasking green
Sunlight fades into dark
Subtle lifting of clouds
Scents lure then drift away
Seasons change--we adjust


Karen O'Leary is a freelance writer/editor from West Fargo, ND.  Her poetry, short stories, and articles have been published in a variety of venues.  She released her first book of poetry in 2011 called Whispers... published by A.P.F. Publisher.  Their second project, Snippets...an anthology of short verse, contains poetry from 73 talented writers from across the world and was released in 2012.  Karen is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and the Haiku Society of America.

The Essence of Summer--By Audrey Haick--United States

The Essence of Summer

Summer haze paints opaque skies
On long, hot days when the honeysuckle sighs
Dispersing perfume, inviting broad smiles
Warming hearts of children and busy dragon flies

Cool lemonade poured over crushed ice, awaits
Inviting long thirsts and simple tastes
All spread out under the shade of mango trees
Laden with fruit soon ripe for a feast

Light winds sail by giving leaves a twirl
As colored kites climb high, their ribbon tails in a whirl
Children's eyes filled with excitement are fixed on the sky
'Til the jingle of the ice cream truck is heard close by

These are the days which build memories to keep
Laughter, joy pervading; there’s no time to weep
The essence of summer; its tastes and sounds
For a lifetime they linger; as together we are bound

Audrey, a.k.a. Annalise Brigham resides in beautiful Maryland, U.S.A. A Mother to one amazing daughter.  She's also a published author and loves writing and reading poetry.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Precious Memories--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

Precious Memories

There is a charge in his voice as they walk along the sandy beach.
He stumbles, but each time gets right back up on his feet,
not thinking twice about any missteps. “I got this, dad,” he says,
a smile on his face. What’s a father to do when his child wants to go
it alone? That is, at least until sand and water come together where
the little one stands, backing up once the water says hello to his feet.
Not sure what to make of this new situation, he turns and extends
his arms. Wait for it….wait for it. Able to leap forward with a single
step, brave the water without flinching from its chill, and lift
the little one up with ease, it’s “super dad” to the rescue.
Don’t be afraid son, go ahead and look upon the water. You can figure
it out right here in the comfort and protection of loving arms.

-Dedicated to my first born, Maurice R. Reynolds

Maurice J. Reynolds is a freelance writer who has had material published in various publications.  He is the owner of To God be the Glory! Publications, a literary ministry that produces the poetry publication Creative Inspirations.  More information can be found at: www.tgbtgpublictions.com.

Bruised--By Barbara Siekierski--United States

Bruised

I feel sadness in my heart
that no band aide can fix.
I am like a lost sheep
waiting for a shepherd.
Lost and alone, I feel
enveloped in darkness.
Suddenly before me,
the Good Shepherd
appears taking me
into His light and love.
My heart and soul heal.

Barbara Siekierski is a writer from Swarthmore, PA.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Free Victims--By Andrew Ntchindi Jere--Malawi

Free Victims

lock their past behind doors,
concentrating on today with effort,
heading for the light-streaming front,
disappointing their past disappointments.

discover abilities hidden within them,
elevating themselves with it to their aspired heights,
free in their skies like clouds,
anticipating no fall.

close loop holes on them,
for no entry of thieves again,
allowing no situation
to cut short their dreams.

keep stepping up
on the sky stairs of success,
taking each step with caution,
so that they never slip nor stumble.

lift any heavy weight standing in their way,
throwing it away out of their view,
making a clear path for themselves,
to reach their dreamland.

Andrew Ntchindi Jere is a youthful Malawian poet. His poems have been extensively published in his country’s leading local newspapers, magazines and online publications. His poem, “The Charcoal Maker” was nominated in the 2013 Wisdom Dede Kamkondo Poetry Competition; the most prestigious Malawian poetry competition. He is a second year student at Mzuzu University, Malawi. He believes that God is his source of creativity.

Two Tutus, Too --By Joe Flach--United States

Two Tutus, Too

Two tutus, too
Laying on the ground
Ballet slippers strewn all around
One complete wall with mirrored glass
Chattering girls waiting dismissal of class.

A gaggle of Moms waiting patiently
Knitting and needlepoint surrounding me
The one lone island of masculinity
That rare father with custody.

I smile at my ballerina and she smiles back at me
We’ve been on our own ever since she was three
I just love being her Daddy
And don’t mind the role of also being Mommy.

We stay a little longer at the end of class
She shows me her plies in the looking glass
She smiles at my reflection and says, “I love you”
We pack up her slippers and the
Two tutus, too.

Joe Flach is an amateur poet living in Gig Harbor, WA. Joe has been writing poetry, short stories and song lyrics his entire life but has only recently found the courage to share some of his work with others through internet websites and his own Poetry Facebook Page – “Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe”. As a professional consultant working in the fields of crisis management and disaster recovery, Joe uses has writing as a form of stress release and an opportunity to expand his horizons. Joe is a father of four children who he often relies on as a source for inspiration.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Layer upon Layer--By Lisa DeVinney--United States

Layer upon Layer

Layer upon layer
the canvas fills
colors blending
textures building
patterns evolving
each layer adding to the one before
until the final stroke reveals
the finished work
a completion of
the master plan
birthed in the artist’s heart
delivered through patient
purposeful strokes
layer upon layer
beautiful in its complexity
a masterpiece
as we are God's

Lisa DeVinney is a homemaker and mother of six in upstate New York. She enjoys photography and writing devotional poetry in her spare time. Lisa is the author of several books, including a devotional entitled I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes. She also maintains her own website at liftingmyeyes.com

Sausalito--By Joann Grisetti--United States

Sausalito

Sausalito
sun shines on the old -
older inside

wooden Indian
hand raised in peace

glare off the bay
silver and blue mirage
gulls squawk

Alcatraz just sits there
keeping secrets

I squeeze your hand
still here
my insecurity

ice cream cones for all
I eat mine with a spoon

the children run ahead
trying to spy the ferry
on its return

Joann Grisetti has been writing for 45 years. She is a retired teacher from Florida. She receives encouragement from her daughter and has recently enrolled in a creative writing workshop. She is a member of Poetry Soup. You can read more of her poetry there.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Potter--By Helen Dowd--Canada

The Potter

Do you ever stop to question the real reason you’re on earth?
Do you wonder why it is that you were born?
Do you feel you’ve been a failure, and your life has little worth?
Do you view yourself with ridicule and scorn?

Do you look around at others, wishing you could be like them,
When you see the mark in life they seem to make?
Then you gaze into the mirror, and that fellow you condemn;
And you say, “Oh God, You’ve made a grave mistake.”

But remember, God’s the Potter. You are just a lump of clay.
You must never question what He has in mind.
He has formed the earth, the heavens, and the night, as well as day.
He’s created living things of every kind.

Whether you be dull or brilliant--a workman, king, or maid--
Whether you be plain or handsome, short of tall,
It is still the Potter’s doing: He has formed you without aid.
It is God who holds the pattern for us all.

He has made you for a purpose, and He’s called you by your name.
He has formed you by the will of His own hand.
So just look up to your Maker as His greatness you proclaim:
HE’S THE ONLY GOD THERE IS IN ALL THE LAND.

Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 56 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. She has one book published. Her stories and poems have been published in several Anthologies. She is presently a caregiver for her husband and sister, two dogs, four cats and 3 gold fish.

Esprit De Corps--By Pamela A. MacBean--United States

Esprit De Corps

Maple leaves swirl around the forest
like scarlet letters whispering doom,
severed from the spring of their youth,
the summer of vitality,
the lifeblood of association.
Set adrift one by one to fall.

But while laying at the feet of their matriarch,
they know that soon an ermine cloak of snow
will swaddle them gently as they fade,
crumbling back into earth.

When the icicles weep at winter’s passing,
seedlings will drink cold tears
and rise to clothe the naked ground
with tender tendrils spreading resurrection.

Pam is currently battling metastatic breast cancer and is doing remarkably well. Some of her poetry is on Poetry For Thought and AllPoetry.com. She has been published in many online and print journals, and has had two chapbooks published, Postscripts in Time and A Dalton View. In the Great Northwoods, a collection of poetry was published by Publish America.  She lives in New Hampshire.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Sheri Stanley and Mary Kent--United States

When Hubby Wants To Play Golf
(A True Experience)

By Sheri Stanley and Mary Kent

Hubby awoke in a frivolous mood
Let’s go play golf! as he gulped down his food

I don’t wanna play, I said, is that okay?
But, I’ll ride along with you golfin’ today.

Hackin’ and smackin’ ‘em this way and that
Flopped in the water - went lickity-splat!

There on the T-box he swooshed and he swished
His face was so red as though he had been kissed

He must be close to being out of balls
I searched in the woods - suddenly he calls!!

“FORE!” I straightened up just in time, oh, gee
Wayward ball hits ankle, it swelled up you see

What were you doing out there, anyhow?
Searching to find you more balls, Mr. Wow!


My ankle swelled to gargantuan size
It seems without question I’ve gotten wise

Next time he mentions of golf I’ll say, no!
That’s what I’ll do, but for now I’ll hang low

A Disney Fairy Tale--By Lanette Kissel--United States

A Disney Fairy Tale

Fantasy versus reality.
Real life always appears to pale,
when compared to the wonderful splendor
of a Disney fairy tale.

Simply throw in a villainous witch
and her dark and dastardly deed.
Then save the day with a handsome knight
upon his powerful steed.

He arrives to fight the dragon
with breath of fire and blazing eyes,
in order to save the lovely maiden
and cut the villain down to size.

The hero and his lady,
after tasting true love’s kiss
enjoy a happily ever after
and a life of wedded bliss.

Lanette Kissel lives in southern Indiana with her adopted Yorkie-Poo, Benjy. She enjoys writing Inspirational poetry, essays, articles, and some secular fiction. Her work has been published in small print publications and in online magazines. Some of her fiction has been published as e-books at Red Rose Publishing.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Walk the Moors and Dales--By Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson--Canary Islands

Walk the Moors and Dales

The Yorkshire Moors are beautiful
Especially when heather blooms bright
On warm sunny spring days
And under stars at night
When twinkling in your sight

Dales that’s in Derbyshire
And in Yorkshire too
To walk they’re great
With scenery first rate

Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson is a coal miner’s daughter, the only girl among 6 lads.
A young mother to a son, she became a widow before she turned 18.  Patricia, then, married her childhood sweetheart who fathered her lovely son and two wonderful daughters.  Her children encouraged her to pursue her own talents.  After 51 years of marriage, she became a widow again recently.  She fills her time with poetry, helping others whenever she can.

Excerpt from The Gift of You, The Gift of Me--By Nila J. Webster--United States

Excerpt from The Gift of You, The Gift of Me

Thank you for
A place of peace
A place of dreams
And a place of sleep

Thank you for the ancient stones
For sand and sea
And a place called home
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Nila’s Thoughts--These words were written as part of The Gift of You, The Gift of Me, a meditation on gratitude which I wrote several weeks after I'd heard about an act of bullying which ended in violence. I've always hoped that by deepening our awareness of our gratitude for all we have been given, including each other, than any desire to bully will be transformed into love and respect. I wrote this on the Saturday before Mother's Day many years ago, and still sometimes these years later, after a long day, my mind will replay these words: "Thank you for / a place of peace." It is a gift to know that we can be the peace for which we long.
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Nila J. Webster has been writing since a young age, thanks to the encouragement and support of her beloved mother, poet jani johe webster. In the last six months, Nila has donated over 23,000 picture books in her mother's honor, with more to come. If anyone knows of schools or hospitals that would like to receive a picture book donation, please let her know at nila.webster@comcast.net.

Monday, September 22, 2014

A whiter shade of blue--By Elly Wouterse--Netherlands

A whiter shade of blue

the magnificent autumn-sun bursts at its seams
the icy October-wind blows her soft-cold breeze
one of the most impressive and mesmerizing teams
stumbling over each other making me warm and freeze

fragrances of fresh grass mowed for the last time this year
the muted-green foliage whispers with leaves drying out
the hidden dark-red blackberries wither behind protective thorns of fear
the last flight of geese flying over another scout

rare but visible some glorious leaves of gold
the cloudless sky colors the very rare whiter shade of blue
the bike trail I’m on  partly covered with wet leaf mold
the passing summer is now really saying adieu

while the wintery wind and summer-sun bicker for attention
I'm overwhelmed by this whiter shade of blue's  fourth dimension

Dutch poetess Elly Wouterse is oftentimes focused observing the world surrounding her. While watching, noticing, listening, thinking, dreaming and - or fantasizing she often finds the inspiration resulting in Poetical Visuals published on her own website - http://www.ellywouterse.com/ and in her first publication Between Moonset and Sunrise. http://www.ellywouterse.com/special-edition.html

Winter in the Smokies--By Tom Davis--United States

Winter in the Smokies

A bone-numbing chill
Flows from the mountains
And into the valleys
Where sycamores stand
Bare
Their brown bark shed
Like sunburned skin
Their limbs stretch skyward
Like fingers of a skeleton
Soon
Snow will come
Blanketing all
In stunning white

Tom Davis' work has appeared in numerous publications. He is the publisher of the Old Mountain Press (OMP) www.oldmp.com. Recently, OMP has ventured into the world of ePublishing www.oldmp.com/e-book where his work is featured. Tom does not consider himself a poet as he considers poetry one of the a most difficult form of expression. He finds that the writer has to say so very much in such a small space. His favorite quote is: "I would have written a shorter letter but didn’t have time." (Blaise Pascal)--1642 France

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Guwahati-Brahmaputra--By Sunil Uniyal--India

Guwahati-Brahmaputra

an early monsoon morning :
ferries begin to ply
their day on the Brahmaputra

four white egrets shoot across
to the greens beyond

a clever mynah excuses herself
to perch on a ferry

twigs of anonymous trees -
like some promises rudely broken -
are carried away by swollen waters

while grey clouds
gently take wings
to reveal the forehead of a distant hill

I suddenly uncoil myself -
as if from a dream -
to walk the stinking alleys...
once again !

Sunil Uniyal ( born 1953-) is a poet and translator based in New Delhi, India. He has been writing haiku and poems for over thirty years and many of these have appeared in e-journals like Muse India, Kritya, AHA Poetry, Poetica Magazine, Sketch Book, Notes From the Gean, A Hundred Gourds and Haiku Dreaming Australia. His work in translation includes, The Target is Behind the Sky -Fifty Poems of Kabir, brought out by the Low Price Publications, Delhi in February 2012.

Ollie, Ollie--By Carl "Papa" Palmer--United States

Ollie, Ollie

Giggling, she runs from the family room couch
where I sit and count, both hands over my eyes.
“1,2,3,4,5 and 5 is 10. Ready or not, here I come.”

First, in the kitchen, opening and slamming cabinet
drawers and doors, “No, not here. Not here, either,”
repeated loudly lifting all four corners of the tablecloth,

again as I look under a chair cushion, behind the curtain,
then seek into the living room to flip pages of a book
on the shelf, “She's sure hiding good, where can she be?”

Muffled laughter in the closet, ever her same hiding spot,
as I pass the half open door, again not seeing her crouched
smiling presence as I continue my search into the hall.

“I wonder where that girl can be, I've looked everywhere.”
A tug on my pant leg, I turn around in wild surprise,
“Here I am, Papa, right here. See. You couldn't find me.”

“You certainly are a wonderful hider, much better than me.
Now it's my turn.” She counts with covered eyes as I slip
into the closet, same place I hid when her mommy was small.

Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, Washington. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl has been nominated for the Micro Award and Pushcart Prize.

MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever
www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Haiku/Senryu--By Robert Epstein--United States

spilling into
Macy’s Men’s Dept.
3 robed monks
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not only
3,000 miles between us
mom's dementia
_______________

butterfly
iris
my
ears
are
wings
_______________

on a park bench
a stranger shares
her love of God
_______________

there
among the treetops
the poem’s ending
_______________

Robert Epstein is a licensed psychologist who lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has edited several anthologies: The Breath of Surrender: A Collection of Recovery-Oriented Haiku; Dreams Wander On: Contemporary Poems of Death Awareness; and The Temple Bell Stops: Contemporary Poems of Grief, Loss and Change; as well as two books of haiku: Checkout Time is Noon: Death Awareness Haiku; and A Walk Around Spring Lake: Haiku.  He is currently editing another anthology, The Sacred in Contemporary Haiku, due to be released in 2014.

Color Me Autumn--By Charlene McCutcheon--United States

Color Me Autumn

Golden
floating, fallen
leaves in evening breeze;
children rolling, jumping, catching
glory.

Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Beth Winchcombe and Jack Horne--England

What Would I be Without You?

By Beth Winchcombe and Jack Horne

What would I be without you?
You're my whole being and best friend,
there for me to turn to,
someone beside me to life's end!

I know, at times, I may not show how much
I value you and truly care,
And so I thought I'd write this piece to say
I'm glad that you are always there.

I found you many years ago.
Were you sent from heaven above?
But do you REALLY know...
...WHEN our friendship blossomed into love?

It's hard recalling life before we met;
We're almost family, I feel.
My world's a better place with you around -
So good to have a friend who's real.

You've become the family member I never had.
You cheer me up when I feel blue.
You make me happy when I feel sad.
Always there for me – I'm always here for you!

And if some day I find Aladdin's lamp,
I'll make a solemn wish, it's true,
That everyone in all the world is blessed
To have a loving friend like you!

Mother and Baby--By Sheri Stanley--United States

Mother and Baby

Borne as heart of a Rose
In mirrored reflection;
“Mother” too often spoken in prose
Diminishes the natural connection.

Great Spirit of all existence;
Provided warmth by the Sun.
So blessed is She - eternally
In every conception begun.

Divine miracle of light;
The infinite story is told.
Grand assimilation - unite;
Such a sight to behold!

Mother and baby in arms
Applauded and extolled
Single and sole as life can be
Granted briefly from Infinity….

Sheri is an artist, song writer and poet. She is also a graphic and digital book illustrator. A citizen of the United States she enjoys golf and music and quiet evenings at home with her much cherished family.  Her website is www.poetryandbeyond.net

A Simpler Place and Time--By John Polselli--United States

A Simpler Place and Time

Hold the moonbeams in your arms
and take them with you
Grab a cloud and pick a star from the sky
Cast them on the ocean
and make a road for two
leading to a new world
made for me and you

When the city gets too much for you to live
in neon lights during hectic nights
in crowded stores
I’ll take your hand and show you
a simpler place and time
where we can both be happy
and our love will shine

John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards.  As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

First Love--By Elaine George--Canada

First Love

Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made

Once again I lie down where daises grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories rush through my hungry soul
Returning pieces of my heart lost long ago

I close my eyes recalling all the things we did
Just the way they were when we were kids
And I know without a doubt that you are here
As your love for me falls from my eyes in tears

We lie like angels looking up at clouds of cream
As we watch them take the shape of all our dreams
We laugh so hard at all the things we do and say
To us life is just a stage a place to laugh and play

We find the trail that takes us down to meet the ocean
Where we swim in waves of jubilant emotions
Then we walk along the shore together hand-in-hand
And we write our love forever in the sand

Born in New Brunswick, Elain
e George spent the early years of her life living in Lorneville (a small fishing village along the Bay of Funday) still inhabited by many of her family members.  Much of her writing is inspired by the memories of that place and those wonderful people.  She has published two volumes of poetry and is currently writing a novel entitled Out of the Darkness.  Many of her poems and short stories have appeared in magazines in both Canada and the United States. Currently she lives with her husband in Wainfleet, Ontario.

The Wild Rose Of Love--By Marcus Omer--United States

The Wild Rose Of Love

Don’t crush the seed that grew the love,
nor trim the vine when small.
Don’t bruise the blossom when it’s young,
but let the petals fall.

The allure of this wildest rose,
the sweetness of the bud;
enchantment brought you ever near,
its thorns brought forth no blood.

The spirit of this innocence,
who can its secret know?
The essence seen of endless love,
if given chance to grow.

A wooden trellis will not hold,
the twining of this vine.
A human hand can n’er control,
nor shape its grand design.

But in the scheme of nature’s realm,
if given space to roam,
know you well it has reached its height
when songbirds build a home.

Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Jacob Shaver and John Daleiden--United States

Synapses: A Triptych Renhai

By Jacob Shaver and John Daleiden 


1


an uplifted fist
poised to strike unblemished flesh—
a voice cries out    

       
sunlight after the monsoon       
at noon a sudden darkness —   

    
seeking refuge
in the house of corruption
secrets unleashed         
   


2


the glassblower’s breath
rounds a long-necked vase—
fragile wares for sale        

   
few rise with the sun           
silence before a bell toll—        


a hit in the ninth
of a no-hitter—
the eagle takes flight 
           


3


nothing that’s not there
and the nothing that is . . .
a fragrant breeze     

      
rainbow-light refraction
       
the abyss . . . larger     

      
electric moments
between Sistine fingertips—
a fault line trembles

_________________________    


Theme: Emergence


Kigo (Spring): “fragrant breeze” in The Haiku Handbook: How to Write, Share, and Teach Haiku. William J. Higgenson with Penny Harter.  New York: Kodansha International, 1985, p. 267.


http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/renhai/info


Renhai, invented by Canadian Vaughn Seward, is a three verse, two person collaborative haiku poem. Unlike renku (constructed in a similar manner, however, not themed) renhai is a three verse themed poem with each of the verses  linking to each other on some  common theme. Verses one and three are three line haiku composed by one or the other collaborator. Both partners compose one line of the middle two line haiku verse. Both Renhai and Haiku are nature  image centered poems.


“Synapses” is a three verse haiku poem composed in the manner of an art work. A triptych from the Greek adjective τρίπτυχον ("three-fold"), is a work of art (usually a panel painting) that is divided into three sections.


John Daleiden:  daleidenj@yahoo.com


Jacob Shaver:  jacobedits@gmail.com

The Prophet's Song--By James Fraser--Scotland

The Prophet's Song

In relation to deliberation on this poetry nation
A writer is he as clever as can be, lures you to he

With stories of writers he fashions with words
Encrypted solutions to be read to be heard

This newbie of writers who has arrived on our shores
Gathers driftwood for his writing hoard

In clever approach in his delightful encroach
He mixes in the mix, for its against him to poach

His verse is so free it gains respect of the wind
It resonates desires to be read and unwound

His name deciphered, the destroyer of poetry
This writer so cute, knows who he wants to be

This mask he has chosen is entirely his voice
To remove and become, is basically, simply his choice

James Andrew Fraser resides in Inverness, the Capital of the Highlands, Bonnie Scotland. He is married with four lovely children. Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam. James has been writing poetry for about four years. He is a member of Poetry Soup where many poets have allowed his work to prosper, especially Carolyn Devonshire who has guided and inspired him.  His hobbies apart from poetry are music, art and football. You can read more of his poetry at his website www.thehighlanderspoems.com 

A Dream--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

A Dream

Perhaps she dreams of love to come
A pose of beauty unsurpassed
Here in the shadows silent calm
White hands rest so gently clasped.

A pose of beauty unsurpassed
Her flowing hair conceals an envied sleep
White hands rest so gently clasped
Dreams confined are hers to keep

Her flowing hair conceals an envied sleep
Here in the shadows silent calm
Dreams confined are hers to keep
Perhaps she dreams of love to come

Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. A resident of Hawaii, USA she was born in Tasmania. She now has time to pursue her passion for writing poetry, creating collages and for traveling.