Dance of the Sun
Dance of the Sun
March
A snowflake
falls in my surprised eye
...all is black.
Joan McNerney
Joan McNerney's poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Boston Review of the Arts, Kalliope, Mudfish, Spectrum and Word Thursdays. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has performed at the National Arts Club, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute and other distinguished venues. A recent reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany, New York.
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The Box
The box of circumstance around one's dreams
has no door, no hinge, no portal, no seams.
Daril Bentley
About the Author
Daril Bentley is a career writer and editor who has edited the work of many well-known authors of fiction and nonfiction, as well as poetry by noted poets past and present-including several U.S. Poets Laureate. Mr. Bentley has been twice a finalist in the Scottish International Open Poetry Competition and has received an editor's commendation for the University of Wisconsin 's Brittingham Prize in Poetry.
Mr. Bentley's In That Other Life: And Other Poems was a semifinalist for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award. His The Long Lake: And Other Poems was a finalist for the New Mexico Book Award for Poetry and received honorable mention in the Writer's Digest International Self-Published Book Award for Poetry. His Certain Mercies was nominated for the Colorado Independent Publisher's Association EVVY Award for Poetry. He lives in Addison , New York .
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Clouds and Mist
Dark waves rise, race to the shore,
Black nights of the soul.
At sea, pale clouds, and mist, hide memory,
Moments of joy, and sorrow.
Layers of Mirage, and Fate, reach down,
Free of light.
Ages past, lost to her eyes, dwell below,
Waiting for life.
Jerome Brooke
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Hills of Life
Goddess of Night, of the silent hills,
With voice of gold ;
Sleep well in the folds of the earth,
Your green, mute hills.
Do you weep, Lady, for your river,
Flowing, tossed, so lost?
Flowing past the trees,
Down to the dark sea.
Carry us through the pale mist,
Cloud of your sweet grace.
Encircle us, gently hold us,
Wrap us in your sweet lace.
Jerome Brooke
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Journey
Fast and wild, fast the river flows,
Through the empty land;
Down the desert, endless plain,
Through barren sand.
Dark eyes that see,
See the goal,
Where the lost river,
Wild river, wild soul.
The past, made plain, open,
Our future known,
All, all is now clear, plainly told,
All is shown.
Jerome Brooke
Journey
Fast and wild, fast the river flows,
Through the empty land;
Down the desert, endless plain,
Through barren sand.
Dark eyes that see,
See the goal,
Where the lost river,
Wild river, wild soul.
The past, made plain, open,
Our future known,
All, all is now clear, plainly told,
All is shown.
Jerome Brooke
Jerome Brooke has written Mirage : Dance of the Sun and many other book. They are available from Amazon Books and online.
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Editor, Jerome Brooke
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