Laurie Kuntz writes

Full moon and low tide's

gifts:
Shells on the shore

Alex Krivtsov shoots

Robert Lee Haycock writes

Brazenly

Heavenly Cecilia,

The Emperor is a such a clever man! Who would have thought that taxing the horns could have wrought such a change in the timbre and tempo of life in the capital? The waltzes flow so smoothly now that there has not been a single duel fought since the prelate and the equerry wounded each other's dignity so profoundly March last. Have you ever known two antagonists to conduct themselves so poorly?

I look forward to the day when our embouchures once again entwine and until then I remain brazenly your,

Alphonse Gaston

Laurie Kuntz writes

Cascades of red hair waiting to be braided

or, just the sun bleached shadows 

of palm fronds.

Arlene Corwin writes

                                                     I Love Talent

                           I  love talent!

I just love talent!

Talent is an ace,

A grace –

A freebee,

Blessing,

Something that you get for nothing;

Something that’s a bank, a chest

Of treasures

And a toolbox all-in-one.

What next, and

How to reach it,

Find and turn it

From a talent

To a skill?  Still more,

Teach it

How to be its best?

Talent’s quest as guest of soul:

Soul butler and handmaiden.

I love toiled refinement

And the balance of alignment;

Risk of pain,

Of world’s disdain:

A talent in itself –

And I love talent.

Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes

Let’s Ponder a Little VII

I know of the sorrow in the eyes of pains
And the agony of the loss of gains
The hungry thirst in the game of survivals
The drives and chronicles of man's revivals.
 
I have heard of the tree of pride
Rooted in the poor just turned rich hide
The deadly habits poverty could conceal
In wealth, revelations and shocking reveal.

I have seen the life of lies
Innocent looks and deceptive eyes
The notion of bad men omen
And the wild plagued of good women.

I know of the blessing of wisdom
Lodged salient in the tongue kingdom
The sorry nods of a foolish utterance
And the jeers of an uncultured dance.

I have heard of the boasts of experience
Assured and spiced in the light of confidence
The rags intelligence could never buy
Not in a display of gifts or try.

I have seen the sauce for the goose
And the deprivation of the gander's choice
The amass of the bread of ease
And the crumbs' display on lease

I know of a garden of aiding
An Eden of thieves and crimes biding
The promiscuity of tongues
And the piles of the house of wrongs.

I have heard strange guests' plots
The share of delicious porridge in fired pots
The news arrival of angels and demons
The rants of the true lies sermons.

I have seen Uche's new begging systems
Chioma's houses money and ritual items
Poor Ajoke has given birth again
The next door herbalist conjures to cease rain.

Laurie Kuntz writes

Words 

lost in the act

of the morning walk