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Learning Signs – A Poem by Sneha Madhavan-Reese

Learning Signs

Her signs grew from imitation,
and then the thrill of being understood.
She formed signs with pudgy hands
before she learned to hold a spoon.
She points out dogs and bikes
on our morning walks
with a pat of her thigh
and a pedaling of fists;
at night, she rubs pointer fingers
together towards stars in the sky.
Her words came quickly, but still we sign:
through windows, behind others’ backs,
sometimes when there is no reason
not to talk. We face each other
to speak with the whole of our selves,
our meaning plain to see.

Note:  This poem can be found in Observing the Moon – A Collection of Poems by Sneha Madhavan-Reese, published by Hagios Press.

About the Poet:
Sneha Madhavan-Reese lives with her family in Ottawa, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Global Poetry Anthology 2015 and The Best Canadian Poetry in English 2016. Observing the Moon is her first book. www.madhavan-reese.com/sneha

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It’s Existential – A Poem by JPDiBlasi

 It’s Existential

In my dream
someone I don’t recognize
is reading my mind
one word at a time.

Or perhaps they’re writing,
in cursive, composing
my dream,
not reading at all.

I can’t tell.

I don’t recognize the hand
but the touch feels familiar.
Could be my own,
or maybe even yours.

I feel the touch each letter makes,
the curl of the C,
the carve of the X,
the scribble of the looping capital M.

Am I living the dream
or is the dream living me?
It doesn’t matter.
Pass the popcorn.

 

 

About the Poet:
JPDiBlasi is a native New Yorker and currently lives and writes in the Hudson River town of Ossining where she is completing her first collection of poetry. A new writer, her poems have been published in Chronogram, Pilcrow & Dagger and Little Lantern Press. She is an independent grant writer for not-for-profit agencies seeking funding for children’s mental health programs. Friends love her sense of humor.

 

 

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Next Time – A Poem by Sneha Madhavan-Reese

Next Time

Sometimes I tell my father about a city
he should visit, and — its being far,
his being almost ninety — he says, “Okay,
next time.” Meaning, in his next life,
a new set of chances for catching up,
finishing off, and making right.

My mother reads only religious books, but does
not aim for eternity in this life. “I have to
be born so many times,” she says. “No need
for me to meditate just now.”

My impulse is to find their faults —

my heart is like the bitter gourd
in my parents’ garden — though there is nothing
I wouldn’t do for them. Each day I try
to live a deliberate life, knowing my chances are many
but numbered, knowing that someday someone will judge me,

and hoping it will not be too harshly.

 

Note:  This poem can be found in Observing the Moon – A Collection of Poems by Sneha Madhavan-Reese, published by Hagios Press.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sneha Madhavan-Reese lives with her family in Ottawa, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Global Poetry Anthology 2015 and The Best Canadian Poetry in English 2016. Observing the Moon is her first book. www.madhavan-reese.com/sneha

 

 

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Post-it Therapy – A Poem by JPDiBlasi

Post-it Therapy

I am the Post-it note on the subway walls.
Canal Street: my body not yours,
Fathers – apologize to your daughters,
stay together, don’t give up,
Light and love to all.

Read me, write on me.

I am the Post-it note in office windows
multiplying pinks, blues, yellows, greens,
every color in between.
See me – the blue person in free fall.

How did this happen?
Catch me.

 

 

About the Poet:
JPDiBlasi is a native New Yorker and currently lives and writes in the Hudson River town of Ossining where she is completing her first collection of poetry. A new writer, her poems have been published in Chronogram, Pilcrow & Dagger and Little Lantern Press. She is an independent grant writer for not-for-profit agencies seeking funding for children’s mental health programs. Friends love her sense of humor.

 

 

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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silence – A Poem by Diana Radovan

silence

mother was swallowed by sharks –
she had bent down to pick up seashells for me,
on the river shore:
first her hair,
then her eyes,
then her mouth.
now all mother’s words
are being carried on water,
while mother is silent,
like a fish.

 

 

About the Poet:
Diana Radovan is a multilingual writer, writing coach, a Story is a State of Mind teacher and ambassador, and the founder of the group Creative Writing in Munich. Most recently she has co-authored the collaborative book Munich Stories 2016. Her poetry, fiction, and non-fiction has won several awards over the years and has been published in numerous magazines and anthologies since 2004. She also works as a medical writer. In a previous life, she was a wet lab scientist and holds a PhD in Chemistry. Currently she lives in Munich, Germany.

 

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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Autumn Interlude – A Poem by Sneha Madhavan-Reese

Autumn Interlude

Trees don their orange vests.
Mercury drops.

Crescendo, cymbal crash: children
walk home from school through mud

puddles. We fall, under the influence of
gravity. The year’s routine cracks.

The wind across a girl’s cheeks:
an ocean’s starry handprint.

Don’t stay silent; accumulate.
Rain hits the ground, and runs.

Note:  This poem can be found in Observing the Moon – A Collection of Poems by Sneha Madhavan-Reese, published by Hagios Press.

 

 

About the Poet:
Sneha Madhavan-Reese lives with her family in Ottawa, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Global Poetry Anthology 2015 and The Best Canadian Poetry in English 2016. Observing the Moon is her first book. www.madhavan-reese.com/sneha

 

 

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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