Fallen leaves gather all the way to my doorsteps and all over the deck, some beckoning for a touch. The slightest breeze uncovers new colors. I step over them, they’re still warm inside, won’t break under pressure, yet sing a song of longing to the abandoned branches once heavy with birds’ nests filled with fluttering fledglings; their silent song, a score of a thousand shades, spotted or tainted as though dipped into a watercolor wash, the way paint bleeds over silk paper.
A Recipe for Rotwelsch On the road eternallyescaping to nowhere,relying on zinken* for sustenance,a sign to welcome the stranger,the peddler, tinker, grinder,those with no abode,itinerant speakers who appliedthe lesson of Babel to birtha recipe for an almost language–a sociolect. Equal parts Yiddish, Hebrew,repurposed German,a concoction cooked up to speakopenly in code and safety,a linguistic mixing…
LET IT SOUND We hear a long familiar melody. Let it sound as gratefulness of our breath. Shadow falls from our eyes, my love. Secrets always remain the same. We do not hear the distant roar of gale, tonight. We hear that melody; a tide that tugs at us. The night is calm. Above our…
Tell Me How They Exfoliate Sin Time bending upon cynosureThe waxed heads of clay mothersFingers running about, work overtime.The miniscule and microcosm of their headcountInspiration, warped in amnesiaPreyed about and reined inAmidst folds of archaic reverence.Vexed palms that never rest in the chasm of sleep…. Sluice confetti Upon asbestos roofs washing down the smellOf garlic,…
Path The skyin my eyesis an orange Telephone polesin a rowtransmit my loneliness As I drivethis pebbly roadto oblivion Only the bushesI encounterinterest me That and the hillsof the horizonI will easily reach _____ Perspectives 1 A tree is silhouetted by the setting sun Branches of other trees reach out equally cameoed In the dark…
Tonight I’m free. I didn’t die or write.
No all-nighter Delilah blinded me.
My eyes don’t burn like Satan’s grill. When light
rolls with the globe to blaze the cherry tree
and cause the moles and worms to underground, I rest in dream.
The Sea of Pedigrees True that.A bottomless embrace is the responseeven when thequestion is mysterious.It transfers sustenance, security, keennessguides and glides harmony appositefrom body to body, soul to soul.Merging animatedsans questionscharms the senses and touchesyour passion.This, only this,is panacea of the cosmos, the creation. You whispered these honeyed words in my earswhen I bit your…
It does no good to scream, call names, threaten to sue;
your abuser has heard it all before.
Write, instead, a sonata full of unresolved…
Life and Legends is pleased to announce a new feature, “Poem-a Week,” beginning from June 1st, 2021. The weekly blog will feature new and published poems on varied themes, including topical events by new and previously published poets of Life and Legends, chosen by our editorial team. The poem in this series will appear every Tuesday of the week. We hope you enjoy this feature. We welcome your valuable comments and testimonials.
There has been a growing interest in poetry films and videos among writers, poets, and poetry lovers. This feature is inspired by popular demand to publish poetry films and videos made by writers and poets. River of Songs, The Jungle I, and The Jungle II poetry films are based on a series of short poems…
The winter 2020 edition of Life and Legends is ready, and I am thrilled to present it to our readers with the trust that it brings somewhat joy to you at the end of a very long year marred by the Pandemic.
. Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today‘ competition and has been nominated…
