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Karen Petersen – Four Poems
Karen Petersen – Four Poems For My Late Friend, Who I Knew For 52 Years Last night I...
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reading a poem well entails thinking like a person of faith reading a sacred text—you must assume that every feature of the language is significant and every choice was a deliberate one that could not have been made any better.
Read MoreSusie Gharib – Four Poems
It is the inner flame within, a rapport between me and my surroundings, a mellifluous word or whisper that regales my ears, a tactile thrill, a scent that lingers in my nostrils, the taste of success after so many disappointments, an equilibrium of wills.
Read MoreMark Danowsky – Five Poems
We surprise ourselves discovering how much beauty is out there just waiting for us to notice and deem beautiful.
Read MoreCatherine Arra – Five Poems
Mileva worked with Albert on the papers that comprised his “miracle year” of groundbreaking theories.
Read MoreAndrea Potos – Three Poems
Though you can’t pinpoint what exactly is coming, something within you knows, just knows, it is good. Surely beauty has a hand in that.
Read MoreHedy Habra – Three Poems
Beauty is that sense of discovery when young deer stare at us without fear as we walk towards them, or start noticing the spiraling movement of the wind in the cattails surrounding the pond or the elliptical pirouettes of our squirrels and chipmunks.
Read MoreIdris Anderson – Five Poems
One desires the beautiful because one develops a taste for beauty, and all the senses to perceive it become finer and finer, to enjoy the pleasures of beauty for its own sake.
Read MoreLeslie McGrath – Four Poems
Beauty is here in each creature’s hunger and action. And in my watching.
Read MoreWally Swist – Five Poems
Wally Swist – Five Poems The Rapture 1. The 28th of October, a Sunday, and we have just...
Read MoreAdina Kopinsky – Four Poems
Beauty — that ephemeral being that so often exists beyond words, in transcendence of our ability to fully describe, that something that lies just beyond our grasp, teasing us with moments of startling truth
Read MoreDevon Kelly – Five Poems
I am still stumbling over beauty, and I believe all the beauties of this world are simply shadows of God. In the natural world, I hear echoes of Beauty. In my poetry, I explore the echoes as well as a Tune I can’t wait to hear fully.
Read MoreTina Barr – Four Poems
Beauty is both an expression of the gorgeous and the terrible, a reflection of the way in which nature works
Read MorePat Hanahoe-Dosch – Three Poems
Poetry is the essence of beauty. The way sound, form and language all come together to create a subtle music through words while offering some kind of deep meaning that changes how we view the world in some way, no matter how small.
Read MorePaula Kaufman – Three Poems
I believe we are here to connect and to be beacons of light, refracting goodness in the world.
Read MoreTobi Alfier – Five Poems
Beauty is a museum-quiet stillness that allows all our senses to fully bestow a sense of calm, clarity, charity and empathy, on ourselves and hopefully on others.
Read MoreMaria Rouphail – Five Poems
Like musicians, poets need to practice the “repertoire” by learning and knowing it.
Read MoreLexie R. Reese – Two Poems
I believe that the best writing explores or celebrates the beautiful and meaningful elements of life.
Read MorePaul Ilechko – Five Poems
Complexity is essential for true and lasting beauty.
Read MoreLiana Cusmano – Four Poems
A person, or a place, or an experience, that helps me to believe – just for a moment – that everything will be alright.
Read MoreSarah Crowley Chestnut – Four Poems
Beauty is the call that awaits a response.
Read MoreEleni Cay – Five Poems
The weightless touch of their flesh on our skin / is all we will ever know of beauty.
Read MoreHolly Day – Five Poems
The world is a constant nonending explosion of beauty.
Read MoreKaren Petersen – A Special Realm
Recognizing and responding to beauty is more about its appeal to a higher, spiritual nature which is innate, and perhaps our saving grace–as we are mostly brutes.
Read MoreMish – Eight Photographs
Wantonness and messiness aren’t the same; just ask Robert Herrick.
Read MoreKJ Hannah Greenberg – Photographs
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Read MoreCyn Kitchen – Five Photographs
Beauty abounds; it always has. I am the one who has changed.
Read MoreValkyriekerry Kelly – Eight Photographs
To swim across the coral alive with crimson, spiked creatures and glare into the natural hidden paradise beneath the glassy surface. This is beauty in its purest form.
Read MoreCynthia Trenshaw – Five Poems
Beauty is a verb. Beauty happens. It happens to humans in condensed haiku-like moments.
Read MoreRuth Asch – Five Poems
There are no short cuts to real, living Beauty in this world. Compared to Beauty, there is nothing so helpless, or so powerful.
Read MoreAnne Whitehouse – Six Poems
Is beauty the product or the process? At one time in my life, I would have emphasized the beautiful object. While the circumstances that produce a work of art may be anything but beautiful, it makes no difference to the end result. I still believe this, but as I have gotten older, I find myself increasingly drawn to the beauty of the process.
Read MoreA Temple of Iron – Our 2018 Pushcart Nominations
So there I was, minding my own business, lifting heavy things and putting them back down. I had abandoned the bear cave for an iron temple of my own making. And Brodin had turned his countenance towards this new temple, and he smiled upon it, and he blessed it for the sacred gainz and for the pursuit of the Swole. Wheymen.
Read MoreOlivier Schopfer – Landscapes
“The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.” ~Rachel Carson
Read MoreStephanie JT Russell – Five Poems
Poets are archaeologists, charged with excavating beauty from ruins. We are watchkeepers of human frailty and catastrophes, the infirmities of age, the inevitability of death. We point to the hidden tenderness of a rusted Edsel wedged in fields of yarrow, an apple made more beautiful by a spreading bruise. We dare ask, again and again, why we don’t understand what beauty is, but are compelled to seek out its most unexpected, least obvious arising.
Read MoreAlfred K. LaMotte – Five Poems
The artist does not untie the knot. She is simply the servant of wonder, recording the annals of Presence.
Read MoreMichael Skau – Three Poems
Drunk as Adam and Eve, hornets
and bees gorge on the cider of bruised apples
at Fall’s bar even as the purpled dusk calls
out closing time, oblivious of the flight
home’s erratic traffic and nighthawk patrols.
Katherine Smith – Six Poems
Beauty smelled of tannin and it looked like the Hiwassee River and it sounded like Lucinda Williams singing “Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.” Beauty is a real place I can touch in this world.
Read MoreJ. Ray Paradiso – Three Photographs
An ever-fixed beauty that embodies his height, mark and worth.
Read MoreMark J. Mitchell – Five Poems
Shape, form and contact interlock to make beauty. I turn my vision outwards to see it.
Read MoreCharlotte Hamrick – Homes of New Orleans
He encouraged my wandering in the countryside, wading in the “crick”, catching minnows, sliding down hills, picking wild flowers. He sang songs to me that you don’t hear anymore.
Read MoreJohn Riley – Five Poems
We are here, they said. In the future, we’ll be gone and there will be other students but we’re glad we’re on the planet at the same time that you are. Music has times and measures but we won’t think about the transience of all that exists for these few minutes. That is what beauty is and I experienced it tonight.
Read MoreAna Vidosavljevic – Rakija
Yellow frangipani flowers and purple bougainvillea are my companions every morning. I walk through the garden and touch their petals. Soft, silky and fragile. They caress my palms and fill my body with some strange tenderness.
Read MoreDS Maolalai – Five Poems
and the sky is not blue
it is orange and white
and deep red
and clouds that skip
are like a woman’s hair running
teased and careful
straight along.
Flo Au – Shadows
The weather is congenial with the sun blazing. Now she leans onto the railing, stretches her back forward, lifts her head towards the brightest part of the translucent blue sky.
Read MoreAnwer Ghani – Shadows
The first step towards the transfigured aesthetic response is the reader attraction where the reader finds himself as a part in the poem, then the poem will transform from the isolated external thing to a very special and specific thing in regard to the reader
Read MoreJudy Kaber – Four Poems
The poet’s job is to dig the beauty out, to reconstruct it in language that tastes fine and fresh, to make the world a new place again where beauty is impossibly evident.
Read MorePatience Mackarness – The Music Tree
I’m drawn to places where lines blur between the natural and the man-made: a smoking slagheap transformed into a green hill, a brick alleyway into a garden, an eco-roundhouse with flowers growing on its roof
Read MoreFrancine Witte – Four Poems
I see beauty in language. I love to tinker with words and come up with a phrase that is beautiful because it has resonance. That is, it creates a magic. It’s bigger than just the words. That is a moment of beauty to me. The other way i look for beauty in my work is creating an emotional connection to my reader. I want to know that I have possibly moved the reader in some way. Maybe it’s a sense of knowing what i mean, or being moved. These two things, the playing with language and the emotional connection are what creates beauty when I write.
Read MoreEduardo Escalante – Five Poems
Beauty allows us. It is not a matter of creative maturity, but of sensitivity and wisdom. The alterations dissolve in the daily routine and we enter the state of poetic consciousness that connects the prosaic with the lyrical, the mundane with the symbolic, allowing us to express beauty.
Read MoreAndrea Potos – Four Poems
These days when I think of beauty, I think of the children’s picture book I keep by my bedside: Miss Rumphius, written and illustrated by the great Barbara Cooney. This book is a timeless gem that tells the reader, through story, one of the most important tasks in this lifetime is to contribute something of beauty to the world.
Read MoreJosé Sotolongo – Ebb Tide
Have you, like me, ever been stopped in your tracks by something or someone beautiful? If it’s a person, I’ll steal a second or third glance at him or her, amazed that this specimen of our species can be so arresting, can so impact on me just because of their bone structure, their stance.
Read MoreEllie O’Leary – Five Poems
Beauty is when you land upright, especially if you are doing something like a figure skating jump.
Read MoreDaniel Kemper – Five Poems
What is this light?
I do not know. I do not get it right,
yet here’s the world. And here I am, and you?
Lorette C. Luzajic – Eight Photographs
In Tunisia I was charmed by the Hand of Fatimah doorknockers common to the region. As I photographed the talismans, I learned they ward off the Evil Eye.
Read MoreDavid P. Miller – Three Poems
It seems to me that beauty exists when any being most lucidly expresses its own life-magnifying nature.
Read MoreAnne Hunley Trisler – Five Poems
I have an interest in seeking beauty everywhere, and I charge myself with infusing the beautiful into words, braiding it into rhythm and rhyme, and I strive to make choices with beauty in mind.
Read MoreMeredith Bergmann – Four Poems
Beauty occurs in sudden relationships: daylight from two windows falling differently on two sides of a face at once, an adjective from childish things cropping up in a phrase that would otherwise be too full of mourning, an arm in clay with a bent elbow I tilt or extend just enough to finally embrace its atmosphere.
Read MoreErin Wilson – Four Poems
Perhaps it’s easiest to say this — There are stones, bricks, metal and mountains. There is the great volume of space around these things. And there is how light shines down upon these things, warming them, making even the hardest surfaces shimmer.
Read MoreWally Swist – Four Poems
What is peripheral is
often not even what is considered,
but what passes just beyond
our vision may momentarily
flutter there and be so enchanting
that it offers a revelation as to
why butterflies are emblematic
of the evanescent.
Alicia Pollard – Four Poems
The notes fall on our ears like petals to the earth,
And sound waves like the skirts of silver seas
Send rippling glassy swells through listeners’ souls –
Read MoreDavid Berman – Three Poems
As a poet who had studied under Robert Lowell and Archibald MacLeish, David Berman shared his impeccably beautiful formal verse with the Powows, but kept his darker, often free verse poems, in his notebooks.
Read MoreCharles D. Tarlton – Three Prosimetra
On the horizon, just over the tops of the yellow, red, and orange autumn woods, the clouds pile up slowly into the sky. It’s as if you were seeing these things for the first time.
Read MoreW. Luther Jett – Four Poems
Beauty is the lever which moves the soul — to action or reflection, to laughter or to tears, to passion or compassion, in company or in solitude.
Read MoreIrtika Kazi – Four Poems
I fall in love with the art of writing poetry over and over again.
Read MoreKaren Poppy – Four Poems
1963.
The year some French
Took too literally
Baudlaire,
And his poem, “The Cat”:
Félicette
Body electric,
Name ironic.
With ceremony,
Flung into space.
Judith Skillman – Five Paintings
Without our star, how would we inhabit bodies of rich sensory perception with which to perceive, even partially, the faint and intermittent signals lumped together under the term “beauty”? From the darkness of our ordinary, often dreary and difficult lives, these signals—if we pause long enough from “information—can become art. These glimpses into the organic whole may even glimmer.
Read MoreJulie Rosenzweig – The Mirror
Fine-grained urbanism doesn’t hijack your attention; it invites you in. You don’t view it, you live it – calling to mind Walter Benjamin’s famous dictum about architecture being an art whose reception “is consummated […] in a state of distraction.” We often think of beauty as something to be contemplated at a remove. Like life, though, beauty can be something that simply happens while you’re busy making other plans.
Read MoreAleda Bliss – Five Poems
beauty is profane.
bursting through, it serves no other, vital for itself. and self as whole, and wholly beautiful. rough and wild, tender, true.
Derek McMillan – The Stranger
Derek McMillan The Stranger We don’t get many strangers in our village. Truth to tell I don’t...
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