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Poetry Breakfast

Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.

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If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat – A Poem by Eddie Awusi

If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat

If your nation is a sinking boat,
Do not dismiss her as a failure,
Packing your bags and baggages,
Ditching her for another’s glory.
Be within her fold, and plan for a rescue,
Take upon yourself, duties of chivalry.
Nurture her for a better berthing,
In nation building.
Be her life jacket.
Else, you become a nonentity,
In another man’s land.

Poem by:  Eddie Awusi

 

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

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For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England) – A Poem by Maria Domenica DiElsi

For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England)

Peel back the metal of technology
use that giant sardine key
don’t be surprised as you pry
finding hairy tubers
earth clinging
blood leaking from a stone

Who reads the wind
wizards who care or witches
tying knots for sailors

Who sees the snow
before it flies
and knows by smell the size of its flake

 

About the Poet: Maria Domenica DiElsi is a retired professor of art history and photography living as close to the land as possible in the city of Philadelphia. A longtime world traveler and landscape photographer she recently admitted that she has also been (and continues to be) a poet.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

in-flight entertainment – A Poem by Chloe’ Skye

in-flight entertainment

titanic plays on two adjacent passenger screens;
two disparate scenes: on one, the dance, and the other, the death.

when i was younger, this movie epitomized my every romantic dream; sydney and i watched it through every day for a year.

i had a poster of leo when he was king of the world! at the bow, and i would kiss those smooth, ripe laminated lips against my mirror, hoping no one would see my toes so conspicuously beneath the door.

i would write his name in steam on the shower door.

leo, my first love, my wet dream: the distress signal exploding white behind his head as he gazed down with sacrificial finality on rose’s life boat.

no matter how many times i’ve seen it, i always root for it to end differently. even seeing it on two simultaneous screens: now they are hopeful new lovers triumphing against class odds, now she breaks his frozen fingers like a rusty lock.

now i am drowning in this dirty plane air, desperate to be the same 8-year old idealist who didn’t really know what distance was, who stopped the videotape before the iceberg hit.

 

 

 

About the Poet:  Chloe’ Skye is a poet, ESL teacher, and avid traveler. She moved to Czech Republic in 2014 on a Fulbright fellowship and speaks Czech and Hebrew. She has been published in Hanging Loose, Cliterature Journal, and Raven’s Perch, and keeps a travel blog called Chlohemian.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

An Ode to Baba – A Poem by Poornima Laxmeshwar

An Ode to Baba

Ever since the streams coiled back,
A tongue twisted with time
Baring the stones that made you
Marking your strength
The red soil stares in the eye of life
Never letting it win
Never sparing even a breath
Baba
I hear your heart
It has never been different from mine
Though silence has now built a wall
Perfect in symmetry or square
I hear you scorning
To lay at the mercy of the dark
The tubes grow out of your nostrils
You look wild as a tree
But your hands have held the clouds
They even know the taste of the dust
Baba
Before the dusk breaks me
Into an absence
Before I slip into
My own unknown
Before and as ever before
Just be
You know I still haven’t learnt
How to end something

About the Poet: Poornima Laxmeshwar resides in the garden city Bangalore and works as a content writer for a living.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Winter Garden – A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Winter Garden

Saturday morning, silence
broken only by the wren’s
scolding trill. Cherry blossoms
bloom no more. Ice stares down
the last ray of hope.

Trees shake off day old snow
from barren limbs. Winter garden
dry, brown, dead, but not dead,
merely asleep. Hibernation mode.

The snow!
The feel!
The sound!

Seasons march their pace.
They cannot be rushed.
Wait, we must. Rejoice
In nature’s wisdom.
There is no other path.

 

About the Poet: Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine Ann Arbor Review.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

What Could We Be With Wings – A Poem by Edward Lee

What Could We Be With Wings

I like to imagine
we all have wings
rising from our backs,
invisible, weightless;
none of us knowing
they are there,

and so we never use them,
even as we spend
too much of our lives
looking up at the sky,
sunlight and longing
blurring our eyes,
knowing, without knowing how,
we could be something more,

so much more.

 

 

About the Poet:  Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  His debut poetry collection “Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge” was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection.

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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