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And the Winner is….

Congratulations to 2017 Cosenza Prize Winner: Continue reading

National Poetry Month: Universal Lovers

Written and submitted by Randall Taylor

Universal Lovers

A love older than time…
Made up of feelings mixed into beats that slowly rhyme.
I swear when I look in your eyes…
I see a different universe.

Not in the same old colors…
No red, blue, green, or yellow
But hazel…

It’s incredible really.
I can’t write the feelings I have about you.
I can’t sing the words only our hearts can use to describe the love we share.
When I see the universe in your eyes I close mine because I want to enter it through your mind.
When we think of each other I feel our sacred realms connect.

The stars aligned…
Every sun and moon parallel…
Except two…
You and I…
I, the Sun and You, the moon my darling will form an eclipse.
Combining all our thoughts and feelings into an eclipse of light.
Luminescent of both our universes just as how we make each other smile.

When we step into each other’s universes…
I don’t want to feel love…
I want to feel blissful.
A euphoria born in our spirits from speaking soulful mantras in our own language…
The language of universal lovers.

National Poetry Month: Souls Intertwined

Written and submitted by Randall Taylor

Souls Intertwined

I want you to be with me because you want to be with me.
I want you to look at me and say “He loves me in a way no other man can”
When you tell me you love me don’t look at my mask…not the mask that shrouds a lifetime of
wounds, scars and bruises.
When you tell me you love me, close your eyes and relax while your soul searches for mine
within my insecurities and fears.
Hug me tight allowing your spirit to embrace mine, healing it with your soothingly tender
warmth as it is revived by the serene and ethereal beauty that is your essence.
Your soft relieving touch will harmonize my dreams and nightmares leading my heart to the
sacred bliss of Heaven.

National Poetry Month: Everything that Ever Was

Poem selected by Mary Pigliacelli.

Everything That Ever Was

Like a wide wake, rippling
Infinitely into the distance, everything

That ever was still is, somewhere,
Floating near the surface, nursing
Its hunger for you and me

And the now we’ve named
And made a place of.

Like the wind the rains ride in on,
It sweeps across the leaves,

Pushing in past the windows
We didn’t slam quickly enough.
Dark water it will take days to drain.

It surprised us last night in my sleep.
Brought food, a gift. Stood squarely

There between us, while your eyes
Danced toward mine, and my hands
Sat working a thread in my lap.

Up close, it was so thin. And when finally
You reached for me, it backed away.

Bereft, but not vanquished. After it left,
All I wanted was your broad back

To steady my limbs. Today,
Whatever it was seems slight, a trail
Of cloud rising up and off like smoke.

And the trees that watch as I write
Sway in the breeze, as if all that stirs
Under the soil is a little tickle of knowledge

The great blind roots will tease through
And push eventually past.

~Tracy K. Smith