Poets found at Writers in the Sky
Tuesday, July 7th, 2009 My first writing adventure was in second grade when Miss Dorothy introduced us to poetry. I thought I was a “natural”. At seven years old I began to write. I’ve always felt an affinity for poets. If you too want to hear contempoary voices (go to youtube to really hear poets read) and go to www.writersinthesky.com and read back issues for a plentitude of poems. Do you see yours there? If not submit them. Churn your words and enjoy these. Mary
www.writersinthesky.com
Like a Canvas
The canvas stands bare
waiting to be given life.
Calming pastel colors,
soft clouds floating in
a happy sky of blue.
Silver moon leading
stars though the night,
hope for tomorrow,
or a dark, raging sea,
tossing waves about,
no peace to find.
Life is like a canvas.
You the artist hold the brush.
Gail Livesay’s passion is writing poetry but she also writes plays, fiction and non-fiction short stories and is currently revising her autobiography about growing up with undiagnosed bipolar disorder. Gail has been published by Poetry as Prayer, Appalachian Women Speak, Breath and Shadow, a selection of her work was used as part of a production by New Mummers Group, USAdeepsouth, Oncology Times Applachian Women’s Journal, Women on Earth, Appalachian Connection, Helium, Writers in the Sky E-zine, and LaChance publishing.
Part of the Promise
I was her friend before she was his wife.
They had a little baby; they had a great life.
We used to go line-dancing; we played golf.
We used to go to movies; we hung out.
Part of her promise to him was not running with me.
But sometimes here was where she wanted to be.
Then he got a little problem,
getting stoned and getting high.
We had to get him in re-hab. At least we had to try.
I cashed a pay check; handed the money to him.
Take it, dude. Do you want to owe me or them?
Part of his promise was to understand her and me.
He wanted to be well, he wanted to be clean.
It worked; he’s better. One day at a time.
Some days are good; some, not-so; mostly, he’s fine.
We can start to stop worrying;
we’ll get it back some day.
When I see their baby smile, I know we’re okay.
Part of his promise to me was being back in their life.
He knows I’ll always be her friend;
he knows she’ll always be his wife.
Janice Bossing
Joelton, Tennessee
I Read the Last Page First
I was lost
Couldn’t find my way
Then I opened the Good Book
I read the last page first
and knew I would be found.
No need to fret and worry
The answer was there
for all to see.
I read the last page first
and knew God would help me.
So when you are unsure
which way to turn,
take the short cut back home.
It’s on the last page
and he’ll be there for you, too!
Irene Brodsky from Poetry Unplugged
Like Drunken Cowboys
There’s a place inside my head where hurt never filters in,
A place to heal, where I can know I’m my own best friend,
Sometimes find it easier than facing reality,
Like drunken cowboys living without a dream.
Call me crazy; call me a fool, for shutting out the world.
I just need time to contemplate the way my life’s unfurled.
Wouldn’t want to take it out on everyone around
Like drunken cowboys tearing up the town.
I don’t want to think about forever,
Trying hard to make it through the storm.
Toughening my feelings into leather
Til it just doesn’t matter anymore.
Take a step back to a time when
Life was a free-for-all,
Where disagreements could always be settled
in a barroom brawl
Where consequences and concerns were not a high priority
Like drunken cowboys living wild and free.
Dennis S Martin
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