Infinity’s Hourglass

Exotic stars glide majestically
around circles within circles.
galaxies of suns and
worlds and
civilizations
flowing
into
the
nexus
of
cycles
of aeons
of centuries

of days and hours

and minutes and seconds.

they are myriad grains of sand

dropping through infinity’s hourglass.

Linn Garden

My Tongue Is Pink

My tongue is pink
My teeth are white
My palms are calloused
My feet are bare.

My blood is red
My eyes glisten
My tears are salt
My head has hair.

My life is hope
My brain plans pleasure
My peace is yours
My dreams are treasure.

My heart breaks
My mouth cries
My stomach is empty
My future unknown.

My tongue is pink.

What race am I?

My teeth are white
My palms are calloused
My feet are bare.
My blood is red
My eyes glisten

My tears are salt
My head has hair.
My life is hope
My brain plans pleasure
My peace is yours

My dreams are treasure.
My heart breaks
My mouth cries
My stomach is empty
My future unknown.

My tongue is pink.

What race am I?

A. Howard Reed

Final Words

Final words
don’t need voicing
won’t be around
to feel their waves
my thought is that
a sweetness lingers
without a shout
to shake it off

Judyette Clarke

Night Visitor

Upon sweet brow of crystal moorings,
Deep furrows nestling there
Doth beckon tender velvet kissings;
Only a breath to linger, for a face so fair.
And whilst you float in weightless slumber,
Wishing — waiting but for a moment to gaze;
Then leaves on silent wings,
As quickly as she came…

-Sheila MacGregor-

Find Sheila’s book of poetry Quiet Reflections here