Poetry Corner
Amour?
Paige France
I gave you my love and you let it go to waste,
And as I collect myself from our once well-trodden bedroom floor,
I see you with her in a better place,
I see her now with a man I still adore. Amour?
The floorboards creaking from painful neglect, I catch my imagination playing games,
And the figment of mine is that you still cared,
But how can I blame that innocent, deceiving smile, or whatever remains?
When despite all we’ve been through, your feelings were spared,
With my white stilettos perched beneath my bed,
Cold feet at the edge of yours, pastry gown crumbled in the closet,
How can I fathom my hand would not be the one you wed?
Bleeding emotions on the dusty hardwood, only your neglect could cause it,
Your hand was never mine to hold,
And for this my bed is forever cold,
Delusions of grandeur,
Amour?
Sunbearer
Komalroop Kaler
You stare into the candle’s flame
the bud is like molten from a volcanic eruption
the rock glows as it becomes dim and then bright
light makes shapes as it swirls and loops around and
gets high and low
you cup your hands around the warm candle jar while
whispering love notes into the flame
in the small bud resides a small universe
candle wax tries to drown the liveness of your light
your flame is stronger
you see light floating on this orange sea as it vibrates
astral emotion
you blow out the candle and wait for Death as
ribbons of smoke hover around the candle’s pyre
remnants of Love’s note sing to Death and
force black soot to birth another flame
Cool Boots
Dagale Mohammed
“cool boots!”
Thanks, I like them too (if you do)
They fit like a dream! (I have so many blisters I’m going to scream)
They’re the colour of figs, a masterpiece (and unlined, no fleece)
Best of all I got them on sale (I can’t take another step; I feel so frail)
Huh…(ugh)
Now that I’m walking in them, my feet might be a size too large…(was I overcharged?)
That’s fine I’ll break them in (that’s right, take it on the chin)
Besides, they have so much personality (yes, yes, you’ve purchased individuality!)
My feet are being abused (but at least I have cool shoes)
