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Passions in Poetry

Digital Passions
Poetry Magazine

Digital Passions #9
published Wednesday, July 18, 2001

Contents
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Editor's Notes by Karilea Rilling Jungel
Featured Poet - A Selection by Beki Reese
Copyright Infringement by Poet deVine
Talking to Trees - A Poetry Duet
The Language of Silence by Karen A. Hood
The Whispering Tree (Poem) by Linda Bramblett
The Final Word by Poet deVine

* Bonus Features, Poetry & Prose

All About Haiku by Nancy Ness
Haiku and Senryu Selected by Sven/Temptress
Tanka Selected by Marge Tindal
Love Poems Selected by Sven
Poems on Life Selected by Marge Tindal
Spiritual Poetry Selected by Kathleen
Poetry Buffet Selected by Karen A. Hood
Friendship Poems Selected by Lone Wolf
Teen Poetry Selected by Javier Agosto
Going Nuts (Short Story) by Karen A. Hood

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Editor's Notes Copyright Infringement

 

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Featured Poet - A Selection
by Beki Reese
JusBeki2@aol.com

through leafless branches
morning breaks rose petal pink -
I drink black coffee.


three months since you left;
leaves have fallen, and the snow -
my step is slower.


silver footed fog
glides over rough green water -
leaves salt on my tongue.


weary willow branch
leans down to caress the earth -
regenerate kiss.


Silence of moontide
breaks on the blackened shoreline -
waves whisper prayers.


Figures of light
etched in filigrees of ice -
snow on my window.


sleek silver fish
swim through pools of reflected light -
full moon hovers near.


Defying winter
beneath a still somber sky,
one apple lingers.


Half-eaten tea-scone -
tiny sparrow at my feet
enjoys every crumb.


A sudden breeze -
snow falls from pine branches
on this ancient grave.


the chill air stirs
with a soundless shiver -
can you feel the rain?


the green pacific
goes gray with gathering clouds -
heralds this night's storm.


After the long rains
sweet music in these caverns -
morning's waterfalls.


winter stillness speaks;
a cone of silence surrounds
breathless pines that wait
for love's secret expressions~
we smile, make them wait.
(written with Mike Rehling)


we the sun and moon
spinning in a dance of words -
I covet your light.
Take my hand in yours, pull me
into your gravity field.


This winter evening
cold ocean fog rolls over
high tide and sand berms;
even hungry seagulls pause,
shiver with its ghostly touch.