Savage Beauty

A Poem by Anon ymous

She falters, doesn’t take sides
never wanted a title, a mark, never

asked for a name, a label; but there
it lays, bought and paid for.

She becomes still, as if made of glass,

everything turns black and white
and blue, a pure blue
of patience,

the untainted blue
of immortality.

Yesterday’s Empty Space

A Poem by Susan Dale

The wild wings in some spring
Some yesterday
singing spring
Singing April’s restless winds

I, in pink felt coat
hair caught in wind-wings

Afternoon winds blowing about
the decayed leaves
left from winter’s
white romance
when we were us
A winter of
snow dreams on my windowpanes

I, west on the walk
of steps climbing to the moon
You, east
of thirst to a stream

But when winds screeched rain squalls
and shouted shadows
I remembered your stone heart
stone words

You dwelling on my fickle heart
roaming ways

Came a fugitive moment of grace
half visions in wide scopes

One image leading to another

The gauntlet laid
Could we meet in the middle?
of a chasm of armored stars
Or climb tendrils wrapping
around tomorrow?

But only our eyes met
to see spaces filled with duplicitous lights
Tomorrows on winged flights
So many miles apart