Africa (by Mitch Sisskind)

War will not end love nor war the catastrophe is in the missing person, the person who leaves home in anonymity dies with it the catastrophe is in houses where a child sleeps terrorized into a bombardment of lullabies. The post Lullaby | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to Source…

She takes my hand and I think how lovely she would be if I were not old and furry. She probably sees me as a wily old curmudgeon (who else but an old man would use words like these?) though I see her as delicate lace and watch her wisp away. Wisp away. The post…

I didn’t know Florida had a Floral City but I think I’d like to have come from there My first love brought me gerbera daisies and spent the next four years making me think I owed him something I look at baby’s breath and wonder who will be the first to hurt my someday daughter…

One look is all It takes One flash Blink, you’ll miss it Imagine that one Second What could you miss? A second Is just a blink Of the eye. The post In the Blink | Chris Byrne appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

Michael Farrell is one of Australian poetry’s great experimenters. Over his eight collections to date he has pushed at the limits of form, structure, syntax and more to interrogate, and indeed reshape, what “Australian poetry” actually means, particularly in its post-colonial paradigm. His seminal critical work Writing Australian Unsettlement: Modes of Poetic Invention 1796 –…

Ask me why I shake my soul out from the downing deluge. Ask me with a quieter voice than the rage of storm. You were called. Not I. Do not expect company when you enter the tempest. The fireside along beckons me. Craven callings die under the crackle of soothing flame. The post Craven Callings…