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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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Morning Full of Birds – A Poem by Twila Newey

Morning Full of Birds

The whole house wakes dreaming of
the hawk with an old woman’s face.
I invited her in, also the owl perched on sofa arm,
Rotating and tilting his head.

I think hummingbirds have moved on,
begun the long flight down toward sunlit hour after hour,

until two appear in tango,
a love lance, over faux red flower.

The bland coated female wins
a full five-minutes of dulcet hover.
Behind her the breeze persuades
intertwined pines into a coupled wobble.

These strange animal dreams, when voiceless foliage speaks,
When wings scream a chorus of retreat and invitation.

Turn your face to the sun when the sky is falling.
(The sky is always falling)
Feel blessing of breeze and birdsong.
Couple with the warm light.

Commit yourself again to this web of world,
each thread supporting the next, each line dew sparkle and death.

We are all caught and spun, weave and devour.
All fraught filament. All boundless wing.

 

About the Poet: Twila Newey lives with her four children, husband and several elk herds in the mountains west of Denver, Colorado. She earned her M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Naropa University and has finished her first novel, a portion of which won publication in Exponent II’s Midrash Contest, fall 2016. In addition to her voracious appetite for fiction, she is an avid reader and writer of poetry.

 

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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Logan’s Bath – A Poem by Kevin Shyne

Logan’s Bath

Logan, 14 months, stands beside his mother on her knees.
Swishing with her hand, she tests the water in the tub,
fiddles with the faucet and finds the perfect mix.
Leaning in, belly pressed to porcelain,
amazed by water gushing from the spout,
Logan slaps above the waterline in pure delight.
His perfect fingers break the silver skin,
dipping deeper in, he sees his submerged arms
refracted to the right.
He laughs and makes a fist
discovering that water can’t be squished
but it will bend the light

How little does he comprehend
of optical illusions
of volume that his hand displaces
of pipes and drains
of stains dissolved in aqueous solution
of rites of absolution
of faith in God’s reunion when we rise
of immersion in the meanings water comes to symbolize?

My daughter lifts him up and in.
He splashes, kicks, his eyes go wide.
He has no words to analyze or name
this wondrous stuff.
His laughter is enough.

Standing in the open door,
I watch and realize
I’d give the world to see the water gush
through Logan’s eyes.

 

About the Poet:  Kevin Shyne is a lifelong writer whose work once appeared frequently in corporate annual reports and employee newsletters. Turning to poetry in his retirement, Kevin has had poems published in Clementine Unbound, The Lyric, Poetry Porch and Blue Heron Review. Kevin lives in a small town in the corn-and-soybean heart of the Midwest, where, along with a group of fellow poets, he helped organize the first-ever poetry event for the Prairie Arts Council in Princeton, Illinois.

 

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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Unanswered Question – A Poem by Diane Elayne Dees

Unanswered Question

There is a wall I cannot climb,
a veil I cannot pierce,
a door that will not open,
a song whose words I do not know.

How do others learn
to navigate the frigid rivers
of sorrow, age and loss?
Who taught them how to pull

the lost threads of fulfillment,
and how to gather the supplies
they need to save them when hunger
strikes, and the light dims and fades?

There is a book I cannot read,
a message I cannot decipher,
a screen I cannot see,
a secret no one will reveal.

 

About the Poet: Diane Elayne Dees’s poems have been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane, who lives in Covington, Louisiana, also publishes “Women Who Serve”, a blog covers that women’s professional tennis worldwide.

 

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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I Know – A Poem by James Diaz

I Know

I know how much faith can be lost
that you can die
without any ink ever spilled
in your name
i know some things you just cannot come back from
i know that the brink has many ledges
to stand and fall off of
head first, like your birth into this world
i know forgiveness
is the face in the mirror
that looks away
i know where you’re calling from
that payphone by the highway that they took out years ago
i know if you’ve never made bail
you don’t really know what uncertainty is like
i know saying i’m powerless in a room full of strangers doesn’t make it so
how no alley way is only shadows but what those shadows represent
that the stuffing can be pulled out of you so young
you are this things they have no name for
missing buttons, chewed off paw
and a smile that masks a lot of darkness
i know.

 

About the Poet:  James Diaz is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic http://heroinchic.weebly.com/. His poems can be found in Quail Bell Magazine, HIV Here & Now, Foliate Oak and Ditch. His debut book of poems, This Someone I Call Stranger, is forthcoming from Indolent Books (2018).

 

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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Lemon Cake – A Poem by Sarah Law

Lemon Cake

My mother pushes the plate away,
setting her silver fork down;

Harriett’s Special Blend has quenched
her thirst (my skin gets a heated sheen);

near us a young girl swings her legs,
her mother’s hennaed hair hangs down.

Four p.m. I am fifty next Wednesday,
not knowing how so many years

are consumed in sips & forkfuls.
Another chunk of sugared sharpness —

perhaps I should take a photograph,
capture what’s left of life’s moment;

but the neighbouring couple’s changed
into an elderly man and his wife;

he eases himself into place & asks
if I’ve been to Bettys of Harrogate,

I tell him no but I’ve been to Rome,
and by the Spanish Steps a tearoom

very like Bettys where maids in aprons
serve fine tea in a blue-cream setting,

how romantic he says, & I think of
John Keats, dying in youth and sadness,

of names unwritten in tea or water,
hear my mother repeating herself

to the elderly wife, & I lift the refilled
cup (a tearoom is a sort of hallows

where the slips in time are steeped)
& commit to finishing it.

 

 

About the Poet:  Sarah Law lives in London and teaches for the Open University and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, the latest of which is Ink’s Wish (Gatehouse, 2014). Other recent poems have appeared in Antiphon, Eunoia Review, Snapdragon, Stride, Blue Pepper and Ink, Sweat & Tears. Follow her on twitter @drsarahlaw

 

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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An Algorithm for Happiness – A Poem by Maurice Devitt

An Algorithm for Happiness

He recognised the driver as someone
he had never seen before
and, as each moment is an answer
to the last, realised the similarity
to his mother, who had run
away before he was born
and, for years, had captured the joy
of her guilt in rushed postcards
written from the last outpost
of a normal life. He knew
that in a place like this, he couldn’t
throw a stone without missing her,
but remembered that ardour
is the last coat of a loveless man
who, when staring into the future,
can only see the past.

 

 

About the Poet: Maurice Devitt – Runner-up in The Interpreter’s House Poetry Competition in 2017, he was winner of the Trocaire/Poetry Ireland Competition in 2015 and has been placed or shortlisted in many competitions including the Patrick Kavanagh Award, Listowel Collection Competition, Over the Edge New Writer Competition, Cuirt New Writing Award and the Cork Literary Review. He has had poems published in Ireland, England, Scotland, the US, Mexico, Romania, India and Australia and has a debut collection upcoming in 2018 with Doire Press.

 

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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