Remembering Michael Garland

We have lost a good friend, fellow Poet in Michael James Garland. His death is so unexpected and we are at a loss right now with grief almost beyond words. Our Fame Community appreciates the contributions he made to our start-up as a Moderator.

Aloha! Michael, my friend. Mahalo until we meet again.

Ether Sonnet 339

Sonnet #339 “Ether”

By David Palmer

31-January, 2017

Renton, Washington

A Byron Sonnet

Breathing in emotional helium 

Has made my spirit blithesome and buoyant  

Skipping across these clouds of Joy, present 

In orbit 'round your love. Lights of Belgium 

Visible in my space, Byzantium, 

Great city, not even more exotic 

Your words bind me, blind me in myopic 

Vision. Thoughts of you fill my cranium.

My voice pitched high, two octaves at least, 

I won't forsake the liqueur of your love 

Sonnets of praise to you shall never cease

Passion encases this heart like a glove 

My Queen, in her radiant beauty speaks peace 

To my soul floating in ether above.

©2017 David W. Palmer

All intellectual property rights retained by the author

Within The Flame By Craig J. Burt

Within The Flame

By Craig J. Burt  8/18/15

To know you

To touch you

Is new

Heart's soaring

Around glimmering stars

In this world of ours.

Cold Beauty

Cold Beauty

snow 

fall,

magic

remaking

of the world I know;

fell asleep in weary wetness,

only to awaken to angelic paradise!

Oh me! Oh my! Won’t Arianna be surprised, when she wakes to see this wonder?

© 2017 David W. Palmer

Poem & Photo

Word prompt. Te amo.

Te amo? Why of course, cursed presence the
distant echo of discord, fight or flight
to the corner I was forced. I pondered 
broken thoughts disillusioned I fell hoarse.
Te amo?utter disgrace, speak English.
Respectively you ask, my quaint anger
your passion fueled voice, assurances
that roots spoken, true essence...Te amo,
my love, calm waters among ebbing tides
Te amo? chaotic swirl, tragic tales
Shakespeare's quill, ink dipped the heroine
in storms of fractured love and life's repose,
Te amo? Such depth of understanding,
hindsight, patient echos, those stormy days.

Karen Hayward ©2017 Image and words