Poetry

"...No memories, scars left…"

"...word by word bite my way back..."

"...all who took this path would too be helplessly entranced..."

"...for some, fighting to the bitter end comes with the heredity..."

"...faces of my youth flash by me..."

"...as if the abyss was here only for me..."

"...a fighter, haunting the Palazzo Vecchio..."

"...How dare these petals risk the sharps..."

"...smothered his fire, turned his lights gray..."

"... So fold up Aladdin’s carpet..."

"...stock letter nonsense with the name penciled in..."

"... Why were you born, my child?..."

"...death for me is a cartoon mouse hole in the wall..."

"...love every mother wishes for her offspring..."

"...When I read you, I read myself..."

"...One is unintended, the other is purposed..."

"...Me and Hazel. In the park..."

"...So much pain..."

"...we were in love, I thought or I presumed..."

"...scent of radiant sunlight warming black-eyed susans..."

"...and always the sound of trains in the distance..."

"...I stepped on an underground hornet’s nest..."

"...the man who brought the baby moose into his house..."

"...Abroad, afar, a distant drum cajoles with dead hypnotic dirge..."

"...United in their love of the natural world..."

"...Critics say things are rushed in this frantic, fast-paced craze..."

"Awakening to the call and response of geese..."

Paulette Calasibetta , a retired interior designer has been writing poetry for seven years. Living in a pastoral village in New Jersey, inspired by the landscape, reflecting on extraordinary places and extraordinary people that shape ordinary life.

Fhen M. is a poet. He was a writing fellow in a creative writing workshop. His poems were published in many poetry anthologies.