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Free-Box – A Poem by Devon Balwit

Free-Box

I am not above stooping,
free-box food as good as any other,

the shampoo in half-used bottles still shampoo,
a set of tea lights with only two missing,

a cable sweater with a faint stain I’d put
in the same place, a batik wall-hanging,

a serving platter, an unopened bottle of wine,
all still treasures. The code is don’t take all

the good stuff, leave one book you’d want to read,
split the four chairs with someone still blocks away;

and if you’re the one boxing, scan the sky and
watch for rain; don’t leave anything drained of mana.

Joy comes when nothing is left, with imagining
your castoffs buttoned by new hands, catching the light

on different sills, with picturing someone whose bad day
your gift drains of sadness, no money exchanged.

A true bodhisattva would point the way home
with a sign: Come in. Whatever you want is yours.

 

 

About the Poet:
Devon Balwit is a poet, parent, and educator from Portland, OR. Her work can be found both in print journals and on-line. The only thing she likes better than writing is watching her joyful dog catch frisbees in the morning.

 

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Sediment – A Poem by Jacob DeVoogd

Sediment

Your senses dulled by what has yet to be known, intentions
become loose threads collectively binding noose to pole.

Shuddering lips synthesize pulses,
ephemeral breaths

that hang in the air as if clotheslines. You try
bottling seasons in steps,

capturing summer in sweat,
and pouring it on floorboards, but the responses all

flood through dusty bootstraps left behind
in a tornado shelter long abandoned.

Step back in time, you think,
before answers fashioned entropic universes

unfair to all tenderness. Inhale the chill
of morning’s vanishing dewdrops, step

outside into the garden for one last shaky breath,
otherwise evaporation remains

wholly overlooked.

 

 

About the Poet:
Jacob DeVoogd is an MFA candidate at Western Michigan University where he serves as a graduate instructor. Born in Detroit, raised in Chicago, Jacob currently lives in Kalamazoo, Michigan.

 

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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.

 

 

Alleviate by Kenneth P. Gurney

Alleviate
by Kenneth P. Gurney 

I awaken to a sky
as dark as nightmare.

My prayer for rain
blots out the moon.

But it is not my prayer
but my verbal repetition

of an echo I hear
emanating from the trees.

It has been dry so long
I cut the honey into cubes

and set one out
on the table to dissolve

to sweeten the rain’s
bitter surrender of its wings.

 

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He edits the anthology Adobe Walls which contains the poetry of New Mexico.  His latest book is This is not Black & White.  To learn more visit  http://www.kpgurney.me/Poet/Welcome.html

Closing by Kenneth P. Gurney

Closing
by Kenneth P. Gurney 

Night tucks you under the covers
of its darkness
and never turns the stars off.

When you ask Night to read you
a bedtime story, it takes out a book
of a billion bones.

When you ask Night for a glass of water
it shines the moon on a nearby pool
and the frogs echo your snores.

Night tucks you under the covers
of its darkness
as an owl wakes to guard your sleep.

 

 

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He edits the anthology Adobe Walls which contains the poetry of New Mexico.  His latest book is This is not Black & White.  To learn more visit  http://www.kpgurney.me/Poet/Welcome.html

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