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Charlotte Ozment - One Poem

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Flood Waters

What’s that old saying?
water under the bridge....

It’s supposed to mean
what's in the past
is past
no problem
don't worry
it's gone, over,
forgotten....

But have you ever
looked under a bridge?
I mean, have you ever
taken the time
to jump over that railing,
slide down the embankment,
crawl under and around
those cement pillars?

Debris, flotsam,
logs, refrigerators,
dead animals....
....shit

Now you tell me,
how is that water
supposed to flow freely again
with all that crap
blocking its path?

Whoever wrote that adage
never experienced a flood....



Charlotte Ozment is a homesteading Texan on several acres full of devas, dogs and squirrels. She was a lifelong manual writer who is joyously devoting her retirement to right-brained pursuits.


Timothy Pilgrim - Two Poems

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My Last Professor
 (with a nod to Robert Browning)

There, see his portrait on the wall. 
I believe him to be the exception,   

not the rule. He lasted fall, winter, 
almost till spring -- persevered, gave,   

shall I say, not just light,  
but hope – inspired a bit of love  

to begin. Then new semester --  
classes in lit, stats, chem,

attraction ebbing, new interest,  
same pattern -- learning, powerful men.   

Notice this photo, though, coup d'etat,  
prize-winning biology prof   

making dissected frogs  
jump high again.


Light Found to Have Weight


Rod in hand, sun about to set,
I've found it heavier than flies --

even affects the cast, slows line
looping through red sky

toward foam on the dark, far side.
At times, light seems to force

a ribboned splash, scatter rainbow 
before my Black Ghost touches down.

At dawn, I have seen it rise groggy,
barely able to clear meadow grass, 

likely from carrying all that dew
layered on by summer night.

The dying know, too, full well
it's true, cease to resist,

succumb to light heaviness 
holding down gray eyelids. 

They willingly give up fishing,
having reached their limit. 



Timothy Pilgrim, a Pacific Northwest poet and emeritus associate professor of journalism at Western Washington University, has published over 300 poems -- with acceptances from journals like Seattle Review, Windfall, Cirque, San Pedro River Review, Third Wednesday and Carcinogenic Poetry. He is author of Mapping Water(Flying Trout Press, 2016). His work can be found at timothypilgrim.org.


Richard King Perkins II - One Poem

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Pale Necks of Lavender

Sweeping almost freely

eternal willows
respire

soon to be tangled
by afternoon’s
westward moving air

swaying pale necks
of lavender

rustling her blond hair
as he skips stones
across

their secret pond—

an uncovered rock
thrown
snap-wrist

finds
its new place

only to settle
and become old
once again




Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.
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