Phill Maguire - One Poem

Tathagata Wind

Lapsing away

Fall fading day

Train‟s harsh horn

Billows between houses

Swelling sound-fog

Balloons from side streets

And oozes out alleyways

Hurling-swirling wind

Helixes a heap of leaves

Aloft awhile

Chime’s round brown

          (bob)

Gongs

T

U

B

U

L

A

R

sounds

In the velvet twilight

Of now

Gordon Mason - One Poem

Shadow Director

My shadow eavesdrops her window.

She combs summer’s dust

from her hair, a sudden shower

of static silver. I form lips

with my hands and kiss

her morning eyes silently. 

From distance my hands

are fluid rivers, free from ice

of nerves of nearness. 

Ghostly silk overpaints

her contours in a dance I lead

to the tune of silver bells

of morning dew. I am director

of a solo dream where the lead actress

does not know her part.

I will kiss her when the credits roll.

Quote of the week:

"Never, never, never, never give up."

Winston Churchill