Featured Poets and Visual Artists
In this feature, we publish "Best Entries" chosen from an offering on March 25, 2022.
TOMORROW, SEND FOOTPRINTS BACK I return again with the chorus: I go... The birds this morning owe the sky a new journey debt to the homeland, not a wheel to mend The fog and wind from far away still lingers at home. Dear country, I know the moment of separation is like a ferry crossing where people go sad, one person stays sad, too May the marigolds stay in your clothes for Tet sent to the door, creak to keep a few more hours of laughter and talk yesterday Messaged with jam cake on spring day, Please slowly fade Every year I come back and take away a little bit of my hometown A little love, a few simple packages In my memory, there are even spring buds that have not yet bloomed The sound of promises and farewells were filled along the way I'm afraid of missing this tomorrow like a copper starling forever far away from spring for countless eons afraid to forget the familiar shore I will leave footprints tomorrow. © Nguyễn Thanh Hai Vietnam
LOSS If in real she can smile And the devilish eyes in shine So much beauty and soulful As she, when met me again As being bait betwixt the rain Pain and twinge I borrowed from her As I loved she can never be done Alt'rations can't be done no more in me of mine But once said that Let it kill you in the pose of Love And love is
Loss But loss is the better ending of every eternity. © Parth Aasim Shaaz
THE AVE - MEDIUM Listen...! it's sweet and melodious song symphony of chirps in the idyllic tranquil valley who play your happy fluted notes?
perhaps, the gods or the fairies, of other worlds? before the eternal nights, are... when almost, hope is lost... start your jovial and exhilarated song prelude to good vibes and hunches. among exotic flowers, you mimic your presence but your joyous trills, betray your amusement, You come from the saving light when it's darkness and you anticipate with graceful fanfare, the new days. Oh wacky bird watchers... reveal to me the simple blackbird, its legend jumps and hides among the neat nature, appearing on the path of the chosen ones. your encryption message is in what you do... pointing to you, like this, the wise balance what you need, to travel, through life. they are secrets from other worlds... they are messages from invisible worlds, that awaken in humans, a glow, of enlightened creativity, peace and healings, that is the blessed magic of his seductive song.
© Antonio Bolivar Campiño Montenegro
REMINISCENCE My wrinkled palm still so close to yours, And for years and years ere from the Baskin Stores, Two lone strangers met as one and for ages one, A journey to reminisce and cherish till the play is done.
I breathe in you and cling to your soul, In e'ery perfume drop I smell you whole, I tread o'er moorlands thru' hazel shores, Yet carry the scent that's unfeignedly yours. O ye beloved soul of bliss; lemme bide in you, The ring of diamond emanates bright a sublime tinge of blue. It's still in a vehement outcry unleashes bygone hues, And but reminisce age old tales counting drops of dews. A fairly frozen December morn and a warm sip of love, The gleeful clouds of Christmas Day floats all above. Thither thru' the ivory swathe I behold your face, Still too green in crimson curve showering drops of grace. Few more winters; the sleigh shall rush, And then together a day in hush; The sleigh of dreams must leave the crust, And perch forever in the castle of dust. Eighty miles of roads unveil'd; yet few miles ain't ta'en, Few more miles thru' shores of joy; few roads midst are broken. O to truce must vengeance kneel and plead for a day to laugh, And a day we both must leave with nostrum bowls to quaff. © Dipanjan Bhattacharjee
BEFEATHER IN BAD WEATHER
From daylight to twilight I shine as sunlight, at times moonlight Each day stormy winds knock at my door All of a sudden, whirly waves onto my shore Waves can roll pebbles, not my rolling passion Arrival of autumn, saddens Garden of my heart Of blooming as daisy someday; none can apart However, I sense fragrance of springs I am not afraid what fortune brings Seasons come and go, be in stable flow Nature preaches, to surge my will power I lend an ear on the hour Time turns to terrific turn No bad weather stays long, if you are stubborn Hence, be feather in bad weather.
© Harsh Sharma
The Sunflower and the Hibiscus
My lovely friend, it seems that the rain did not give you a bother You are still standing straight here amidst the April shower I admire your good health, you never catch a cold You have to be here to greet people ad feel consoled.
How about you, red Hibiscus, you remain pretty amidst the rain Yes, that is true my dear friend, tomorrow I will not be here again I have only a day to show my grace, tomorrow I am wilted and gone A new Hibiscus will bloom and show its beauty to everyone. My dear Hibiscus, I am happy that there is a ballerina in the garden Her graceful dancing makes this place look like a garden of Eden I don't get bored though I inhale the poison gases thrown daily Look at the smudges on our bodies, they'll destroy us eventually. My dear Sunflower, what is the secret of your sweet smile? It seems you don't have any problem even for a while You are not bothered by screaming thunders and flashing bolts of lightning You just don't know that my heart is filled with fears when these are occurring. Yes, if you have faith in the Almighty, you will not have any fear. There are times when life gets rough, but He is always here. Hard times come to us for a good reason, my dear friend Sometimes they come to teach us valuable lessons to the end. My best friend Sunflower, now I know why you have a happy life I understand why the storms came and you fought ever strife
Without the storms, you will never wait for the sun to shine again Being with you, makes me see the wisdom behind the falling rain. © Dolores Lapinid
(Painting below by Dolores Lapinid)