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Poetry || SubmissionsSix Poems by Maryann HazenLittle Dark Breeze So this day would end… A darkness trampled over horizon Lassoed by a mystic moon. Tumbleweeds tremble in the night Puffed about beneath a star-shot sky. Faces pale upon pin-cushion prairie To stampede this symbol of sanity. To scratch open our sky with flaming fire-sticks In a jangle of jealousy and judgement. Dream catcher blows for Little Dark Breeze. Fearless feathers flutter in flight To snatch that ‘mare straight From thin air - arrow head true - ‘Lest dagger days besiege The outpost in his head. Warring hands praying For bombs, books and backbones. Shedding the skin of damned nobility. Dancing in the dust of tin destiny. Begging with a copper penny pot In a wooden nickel world where, The Great Spirit’s president rides The back side of our blessed buffalo. A riotous rodeo of sorrow. And so this day would end. Warm Joy Run A fresh fever blush Blazes about morning melt, Every secret breeze brings peace. A delicious desire of fools fire. Remember brilliant blue urging through, And her moment rose to speak. Almost breathing salt skin whispers. Spring dream beneath her belly, Naked night’s for velvet deep. Linger smiling lips like wind, Dress together and warm joy run. Toilers And Warriors In the undertow of the barrio Toilers and warriors Slouch down to earn their pay. Sweat drips from down brow. Callous grows the hands whose Fingers caress a young Woman. She scrubs linoleum On wet knees. Chapped knuckles Wipe dry on a damp apron then reach For a child. A young boy With such soft palms stretches Out to touch his mother’s face, To find the thin place, Hearing her heart hum. His father lurks In the shape of his hands. Serengeti Eden lingers in an open oasis Extracting answers to questions A dazzling dance of evolution Behold the male performing In gentle desire Imitating prey Shimmering symphonic Reflection on the feathered field Coffee colored lioness Suffers in scarlet Masterpiece Canvas in catastrophe I threw my masterpiece away Perhaps imagining home Or desire Or thunder Storming into an impression in time And then my shellacking laugh Popped that illusion - others persist - On the horizon of my mind A star in my dream Galloping apples from a cart Bumbling down the hill near dark A woodcut of an old water ferry Rocking gently from my sight Breezing freely through this night Food For Thought Crave I nourishment for my heart. Consume I love sweet sips I start. Savor I sight, And aroma’s delight, Textured tasty tid-bits Lick my lips light. Yet, taste I nothing on my tongue. And far from full I fearful run. No more take I on trembling knees. No more - I thank you - for me please. Maryann Hazen says she is a 38 yr. old mom/wife/full-time student/Medical Transcriptionist/painter/poet residing in NY who has been published in the following magazines: All Mixed Up, ASCENT - Aspirations For Artists, Brendan's Voyage Literary Magazine, Creative Ooze - Poetry, Iambus On-Line, Muscling Tenses, New~BeFreeZine, Poetic Voices, PoetryMagazine.com, Smashing Stereotypes!, SNAKESKIN poetry webzine, TUA Online, Womenfolk-A Gathering Place for Women, Abraxis, and -=The Blind Flier=-, Issue #10 , #11, #13 and #14. She welcomes comments and suggestions to Faerhart2@aol.com Today's Situation
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