Three Line Poetry

Issue 41


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Poets in this issue — click a name to read

Bill Melton
a sultry moon peers
from behind a gauzy cloud
beaconing lovers

Jeff King
The napping duck drifts
like an untethered boat
in the October breeze

Mandy Macdonald
luminescent moth
the evening primrose glimmers
night is here

Jay Friedenberg
sleeping swans
a veil of mist
hangs over the lake

Gareth Culshaw
KINGFISHER

You dragged a blue flame
gave drifting water purpose
buttoned fish to stone

Anna Cates
autumn winds—
rabbit in the grass
rabbit in the moon

Eve Chilicas
Crackled whips
of bursting fires flame
sparkling in the black of night.

Linda Sacco
Aftertaste of summer
clings to skin like sand,
trailing regretful affairs.

Charles Kell
Silent, a white figure
descends into the blue.
Here, echo, follow me.

Angela Sargent
Evening breaks vibrantly
Crimson cheeks, frost-flecked leaves
Fiery sun yields Fall moon.

Ron Scully
park swings stirring
stand of distant pines sway
proof the world is round

John MacDonald
Tomatillos draped
over my wood fence. Neighbor?
Would they be mine now?

Russell Richardson
Courage is no mask
Fabricated by the mind
But the heart’s whisper

Lianne Kamp
Night slides on its belly
behind the blue
bleeding through the dying day

Robert Hanley
I envy those who need the vastness
Of an ocean or infinity
Of space, in order to feel small

Cherese Cobb
crystal pond
my reflection shattered by
the whiskers of a koi

Zach Agnew
Fingers entwine,
Linking two lost souls
Who no longer need to wander.

Tina Stickles
Golden leaves
float on black water
Chilly breeze

Melissa Patterson
Autumn wind
Leaves crushed underfoot
Melancholy heart

Mike Ambrose
a subtle stream trundles on
the stone face of ancient granite
majesty riven one pebble at a time

Dan Corjescu
The Poet as Saint Sebastian
They poked and probed
Saturnine Hibiscus

Michael Estabrook
mirage of mountains
moving in the distance
turning pink in the setting sun

Erin Castaldi
Leaves collide
Dust lifts whirling dervish
Red moon concedes.

Renee Francoeur
Between the doe and the love...
Ask Emily Dickinson—
It’s the long, brown stick of life.

James Reinert
wintering pink blossoms
crowd rays of sunshine
nose prints on glass

Nicholas Froumis
withered flower petals
remnants on marble marker
pieces left behind

Chien Ying Ng
loneliness
two houses
facing a jungle

Emiliano Vasquez
Snowflakes fall
Like pieces of heaven
As the gates are left opened

David Shultz
Flame speckled leaf falls
From shivering oak to dance
On winter whispers

Joanna M. Weston
police station -
a riot of blue
& yellow pansies

Rebecca Kane
stooped heads
ink haired women
mahjong tiles clicking

Karen Edwards
At once betrayed
as mouth stayed shut
you played me well.

Gabriel Rheaume
Abandoned houses
Stand
Like tombstones

Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
dreaming among them
taking words to bed with us
side-by-naked-side

Cody Schweickert
icy streets, laminated,
reflect December’s
cold lunar glow

Scott Hotaling
raindrops like mirrors
reflecting our memories
my spirit refreshed

Melissa Robinson
crisp white dresses
wilting like lilies
graveside service in july

Joseph J. Kozma
Ring around the moon
Owls speak in syllables,
Stage and performance.

Anja Benevento
The moon is a bright, waxing gibbous.
The land starving, then gorged.
We keep dying.

Katherine Webber
Shining waters shattered
By golden sunshine
Into gritty salt

Lorraine Cipriano
Georgia O’Keeffe
moonflowers from night garden
brushed against soft lips

Kaela Fox
mahogany desktop
Tiffany framed photos-
myself and the dog

C.W. Buxton
The writing isn’t on the wall
It’s in front of your face
After you fall

Dean K Miller
Moon sways tide
Cricket chirps songs of night fall
Wisdom waits for dawn

Deborah Davitt
Piano tuning
notes pinging, paired;
singing sweetly.

Theresa Cancro
early dusk
seeping into the moss
a horned owl’s call

Judith Paterson
My daughter sees invisible spiders
In the basement
Where Christmas waits in boxes

Samuel Barnhart
Petals drift away
Eventually we have
Nothing but our thorns

Kelly Sauvage Angel
chaste kisses
now moist with yearning
tender still

Gregory Triplett
blueberries thawing
oh, the dew
that summer morning
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