Spent the morning chopping
and piling wood and then fished
the dusty afternoon alone.
Fished as the sun dipped
behind the trees.
Fished as the dark came on.
I didn’t catch a damn thing,
but looking up from the river
now and then,
seeing the mountains
and hearing the faint, distant sounds
from the road, a few miles back,
I realized that all of my yearning
and suffering […]
our voices hush
into the furniture
gossip eases down
the cushions
herbal tea
comforts my hands
outside traffic
hums the window
talk and travel
wax the table
reflecting our faces
as poetry rises
~ Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, […]
telephone inquiries
overseas operator
dial and connect
anxious moments
listening to static
across five thousand miles
my brother’s voice
~ Joanna M. Weston
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary.
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we are entering time
in-between
after leaves have fallen
like so much
confetti, and trees line
streets, naked;
summer’s debris is cleared
and the sky
reflects the ground – dull and grey –
while we live
in seasonal purgatory
wishing its
end, even as we dread what
will follow.
~ Angela Kublik
Angela Kublik is the editor of Blue Skies Poetry. Her poetry has most recently been published in […]
skinny straight poplars stretch white trunks into azure sky
golden leavesswirl down tear shaped confetti to where I standon the carpet of their common grave
~ Angela Kublik
Angela Kublik is the editor of Blue Skies Poetry. Her poetry has most recently been published in Alberta Encore: People, Places, and Poetry […]
