by Jadene Felina Stevens
You preferred the view from the second story
and yet, that half-opened door
At night, lilies drew you to the window
…and then you paused from the cares of the day
…you had to tiptoe down to wade among the lilies.
You, who turned to the gardens of the night
who traversed imagined worlds
you would reach into the blossoming conflagrations
gather a few stems to carry away
to study at your leisure
to seek the fire behind the lily.
Thinking of Emily Dickinson and her nightly studies. You can email Jadine at: email@example.com
Near the Sandwich Boardwalk
by Diane McDonough
At the edge of the world
You watch her pose
When her tufted head lifts
Diane McDonough is a member of the National League of American Pen Women, a member of the YOOASS poetry group and was formerly on the board of the Brockton Poetry Series. A former high school educator, she currently resides and writes in Raynham, but will be a Cape resident in the very near future.
Diane welcomes your comments at firstname.lastname@example.org
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