When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you.
I don’t know if we’re in the beginning or in the final stage.
They say the ice will hold so there I go, forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
Stepping out on it
What torture lurks within a single thought.
And, in parting from you now,
Is all that we see or seen, but a dream within a dream?
Birds fly here without any sound, unfolding their wings across the open.
They say tomorrow will be just like today, only different.
When we stride or stroll across the frozen lake,
We place our feet where they have never been.
At first we laugh, and then we wonder.
But first laugh so loud that everybody in the world frowns and says, “Shhhh.”
As the sun went down the sky,
My memories came to flew away like the leaves in the fall,
And took me home.
Before She Died
By: Karen Chase
By: Comie Wanek
By: Edward Field
A Fixed Idea
By: Amy Lowell
A Dream within a Dream
By:Edgar Allan Poe
At the UN-National Monument Along the Canadian Border
By: William Stufford
By: Franz Wright
Gratitude to Old Teachers
By: Robert Bly
Thanks for Remembering us
By: Dana Gioia
Do you have any idea for those of us just started out?
By: Ron Koertge
A Birthday Candle
By: Donald Justice
By: Diana Lee