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Inside the Dream

In Poetry on February 21, 2018 at 9:50 am

Inside the dream we see,

Hidden plasma
Popping purple neon

and dramatic recourse.

Inside the dream we see,

White truth
Painted clouds

and a moon made of cool sand.

Inside the dream we see,

graciousness.

 

Gregory Gathman, USA

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The Ancient Planet

In Poetry on February 7, 2018 at 10:05 am

We went to the Ancient Planet

to survive on kernels of certainty—

only to beam into the Inward Satellite

that rings like a swell
bell.

 

Gregory Gathman, USA

Garbage Poem

In Poetry on January 29, 2018 at 9:45 am

I want to write but

all I write is

Garbage.

And who wants to read that?

That’d be like

digging in the trash

to find

rotten leftovers

and expecting anyone to

eat it.

It’s not a 5-star meal.

 

The words start as

thoughts in my head

and end up like

garbage on the page.

Stinking of second-rate talent.

Smelling like weak attempt.

Oozing desperation.

 

I cling to the notion that

I should be doing

this.

Grasping at my titles:

“poet”

“writer”

“artist”

Hoping I can be creative in

any way.

Hoping I can still make this

work.

So, tell me,

Who wants to read my

Garbage poem?

It may be my best yet.

 

Julia Bodwell, USA