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Radhika Puttige

Stop and read this. Well executed.

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Fear

dark feelings engulf
trepidation clouds senses
imprisons present

Fury

inner core ruptures
scorching lava sizzles out
wreaks crimson umbrage

Void

quintessence consumed
drowned in infernal abyss
extinct emotions

Facade

a veneer disguise
contrived emotions displayed
dubious motives

Forlorn

lonesome soul cringes
a foreboding gloom pervades
silent cry echoes

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Radhika’s writings reflect her thoughts and ruminations on life. While she mostly writes poetry, her blog Radhika’s Reflection is a potpourri of photographs, prose, and musings. She recently published her first book of haiku and poetry titled Eclectic Verses, which is available on Amazon.

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Ken Gierke

It’s my delight to share this poet’s work as presented in The Short of It

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clear moon on cold night
traveler without shelter
shadows walk on snow

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clouds part as rain slows
garden seen under new light
stepping carefully

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empty tree branches
silhouetted in the mist
moon wakes as fog clears

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high above river
eagle soaring on updraft
cedar clings to cliff 

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stars bow to rainfall
leaves drink in welcome relief
hope alive in dreams

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the path of water
journey of many unknowns
each drop returning

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Ken Gierke started writing poetry in his forties but found new focus when he retired.  This gave him new perspectives, which come out in his poetry, primarily in free verse and haiku.  He has been published at The Ekphrastic Review, Vita Brevis, Tuck Magazine,  and Eunoia Review. His website: RIVRVLOGR

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The Last Day

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The Last Day
 
Watching that large white faced black handed clock
I could almost hear the second hand turn
tick tick ticking along
doing the math in my head
12 times every 5 seconds equals 1 minute
hands sweaty and holding my books tightly to my chest
ready to make the run for it
when the bell would ring

Off we would go and not one tarry behind
at least I would not know
I was gone gone gone

Now at my much older age
I wonder what it’s like
the last day of school
when school is not open
when kids are learning at home
what do they grasp
what makes their palms sweat
where will they home
when they are already home

I loved and lived for those last days
how I wish each child could know that feeling
not to mention teachers
and parents
yeah
yay for last days
may they come again soon
to a school near you

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Relaxation Poem – National Poetry Month April 27 2020

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It’s time to mellow out for another week of staying home, at least for many of us. Let’s write a relaxation poem. It could be about relaxing, what you like to do to relax, observations about relaxing or even anti-relaxation. It is up to you!

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