July 5, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION










Sweet Summer


Cheryl D. Faison


sweet summer days in the sun

we were children





praying winter would never come

picking blackberries, strawberries

playing ring around the posies

being silly and fun

as birds watched us being nosy


we were the wind

blowing daffodils away

we were needles hiding when

we tossed in the hay

making mud pies out of

red clay dirt cleaning our hands

on our shorts or our shirts


mama and granny calling saying

“supper is done”

shoveling down our meals

so we could say

good bye to the sun


then when stars would fall

and blanket the milky way

we would look upon them

and wish for another day


just like the one ending

with memories and fun

I forever cherish those precious

days in the sweet summer sun




The Secret


Cheryl D. Faison

There is a light in the wood 
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace

A rendezvous in darkness
Dances the serendipitous
Waltz beneath the moons light 

Anatomical tempos compose to
Orchestrate amorous sonatas 
Of blissfully lyrical sighs
Musical moans heard deep inside 

The wood where there is a light
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace



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  1. Pearl Ketover Prilik August 16, at 00:33

    Agree with many of the comments above - would add there is an ethereal quality to the flow of your words that gives one the impression that they are being heard rather than read - which is quite lovely. Beautiful pieces:)

  2. Jacolyne July 07, at 18:05

    Two wonderful pieces, Richard. I love the mystery of Halfway Point, and the humor in Geography. I'd like to more of your work.

  3. Mama Zen July 07, at 01:03

    The Costume just achieves the perfect mood. Wow!

  4. Laurie Kolp July 06, at 20:02

    Thanks for your kind comments and wonderful support... it means so much to me!

  5. Grant Handgis July 06, at 17:02

    Very nice pieces Richard. The flow and meter were soothing and the words filled in as texture. Good to see your poems continue to reach ever more appreciative readers.

  6. Ella July 06, at 16:59

    I love how your day unfolded and we can hear your thoughts. They dance with the ordinary is extracted with fragments of your emotions. The disconnect and connects all stirred through your view~ Wonderful! Congrats Laurie :D

  7. Sara V July 06, at 16:04

    Laurie such a gift you have for visceral images and outstanding prose. Such beautifully layered stanzas, I delight in reading them again and again. Wonderful!

  8. Patricia July 06, at 15:39

    Laurie, like your repetition in The Costume--"sit and sip and sew" so sublime!

  9. Claudsy July 06, at 13:43

    Great pair, Laurie. This is one aspect of poetry that I have little talent for. I can't quite seem to get down what it takes to do interpersonal encounters. You've definitely shown marvelous examples of how it's done well. Thank you.

  10. De Jackson July 06, at 13:35

    Laurie, these are wonderful. I love the ferocity of The Costume, ending with this soothing rhythm: "I smile, sip my coffee sit and sip and sew–." ...the demon having been exorcised, for now. :) Also love the double play in the title. And the tenderness, appreciation in That Look. Wonderful. Love your work. So happy to see it here.

  11. Marie Elena July 06, at 13:31

    Love them both, Laurie, but especially this one. Nice work, as always.


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