Birds to Stars
We must protect them, the two birds. Must pocket the one stone, or toss it back, underhand, into an ocean, the river, a stream. We can decide swiftly, trust in our power to revise the ancient idiom, understand the sway of suggestion, strength of words. It’s time for a new edict. No more killing two birds with one stone. Let’s catch two stars with one reach. Simply this: Two stars, one reach. by JS Nahani JS Nahani is the winner of our second quarter poetry contest. Congratulations!
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Mid-day Sunday
Seasons shift, one to the next shadows dance with bright skies someone’s theory about the passing of something small, the second hand its steady tick tick tick and already, we’ve moved on. by JS Nahani JS Nahani's poem Mid-day Sunday is an honorable mention in our second quarter poetry contest. Bashō in Bellingham *Bashō was a 17th century Japanese haiku master (i.) gawky herons straddle twig nests whiff of skunk cabbage (ii.) eating berries at the Farmer’s Market teeth stained blue (iii.) tumbling fall creek fishermen line its banks salmon leap for the moon (iv.) damp winter winds locals advise, wear layers, a fleece jacket from REI By Susan Erickson Susan's poem is a runner up for our second quarter poetry contest. Congratulations Susan! |