Dr Leggo Poem a day Christi Kramer Click on the above to read poem
Two poems
Dear Carl, You are thought of frequently. Thank you for all that you give and may it be with you too. In the words of Buddha, “You yourself as much as anyone in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.” I dedicate Into the Heart to you Carl for having taken the time to […]
wait in winter
wait in winter blanket of snow envelops me warming the chill in my heart worry for life mediate by device will give hope or cold sunshine breaks through wondering soul sending warmth from my heart blanket of snow thawing chill snowdrops love grows like blooms looking for hope daughter’s voice bringing thought through the calm […]
A Moment to Pause
A Moment to Pause For Carl Leggo, My Poetic Mentor To thank the willow tree for its low hanging branches on a sun-drenched morning, a whispering breeze, a poetic response you taught me to hear. Bonnie Nish
the dance of prepositions
the dance of prepositions for Carl you are more than one man a winged bird in flight playing dolphin with poetry gigantic grace drapes your hair and smile wonder never ceases through each gesture marinated in the stock of love dwelling in the place between the invisible and visible this is where […]
what endures
what endures. for Carl, by daniela elza Click on link above to view poem
swinging shadow shows
swinging shadow shows signs of Spring, a baby swing sun melt snow, birds sing. by Janice Valdez
In Honor of You Carl
in Honor of Carl Leggo Submitted by Kathryn Ricketts. Click on link above to view.
Death be not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which yet thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must low And soonest […]
Three poems
Narrative Waves Their voices bounce back and forth Blending and building over the checkered Starbucks table Slouched in a soft brown leather chair I look up from my reading Was it Bakhtin or maybe Dewey? They disappear into inaudible stories Living stories Evolving stories Tied together Travelling on waves in all directions Through the air […]