The Hillbilly's Lament
by flaherma

Comment:
I love you deeper than coal, and darker.
I carve us into trees.
I ribbon around you like a mountain road.
I'm in your eyes like headlights at night.
You flash them at me,
lean into your horn,
and disappear.

Sea Fish Here (Abandoned Pier)
by Les_Feck

Comment:
Rhythm of pillars, darker the more time
spent in the water, dolphin, tuna,
and halibut wavering and seasoning,
kaleidoscope of nets, permanent hesitation
like a cough that won't come, meanwhile
no one speaking, that feeling of sinking.

Little Girl With Your Dirty Knees Scuffed.......
by njsabs

Comment:
Everything I need to know I learned from a motivational poster in a conference room.
I was being laid off at the time.
I don't remember what the accountant looked like
but I remember the expression of that little girl,
not sure if she'd done something wrong or vice versa,
and I remember her little black cowboy boots.

Little girl with your dirty knees scuffed,
smiling when life gets tough.
When I feel like I can't get a pass
I know you'll be here to kick me in the...

Sand Prints
by illini75

Comment:
On the boardwalk she can see the fates
of a million grains of sand.
Further on, the ocean waits
for the rest to make their plans.

5o'crates
by bvy

Comment:
Question 4 Plato: how much milk you need?

Hide and Seek
by pgirish007

Comment:
I know where you are.
You always go to the same place,
the place I'm not allowed to go.

I've been leaning on this tree for five minutes.
The bark looks like elephant skin.
You've had enough time to settle into a stream,
to fold up into clouds,
to tuck yourself under the lawn,
but I know where you are.

You'll call me on my birthday.
I know exactly what sounds will come through on the call,
the names of the children yelling, the species of the birds,
the number of trucks on the road.

But I'll never find you,
because you can't see me.

Calm was the Sea
by Waitingsilence

Comment:
as it drowned me,
taking my life casually,
not looking,
between whatever things it was doing.

Drivin' Along A Country Road
by GolferDDS

Comment:
is like goin' to an art show:
a whirlpool of broken glass beneath a fallen willow,
the strokes of squirrel tails,
leaves upturned like armada sails,
the artfully blank canvas of a field of corn
with subtle variations of tone.
It makes you want to stop the horse, step down
and meet the artist, but he left town.

The City At Night
by GeorgesBogaert

Comment:
I feel the stories blend together
like buildings at dusk,
and then when I'm about to lose them
they light up.

Entering the city at night
you see only ideas
outlining the concrete.
You buy a ticket. That's how you pray.

Song of the Hummingbird.
by JayneRyan

Comment:
To wit, the red,
to wing nectar,
a drunken bed,
a bud vector.

May I suggest
places purple,
an angel's nest,
honey hurdle.