Time

Solace by Aaron Ang
Picture By: Aaron Ang

Cracks across my face:
Like a bone
Covered with lace,
My skin comes undone.
Rivers of time:
I’ve never been so lost.
In the current of age’s rhyme
I wonder what my wasted time cost.
The wrinkles of life cover my fingers:
Like bark on an old oak tree.
I am grateful for time, for its memories,
Because in death, it has set me free.

Through the Trees

Through The Trees...Johan Arhtursson
Picture By: Johan Arthursson

Through the trees,
The color paints time.
You see the spring,
The summer, the fall
And winter, there, dies.
Like a thousand chimes
The breeze will calmly ring
As we get lost in its lull.
A thousand miles on the road,
A million more to go.
Through the trees,
We make our journey.

America

America by Patrick Tomasso
Picture By: Patrick Tomasso

Oxygen coloring blood red,
Pride flowing from feet to head,
Life worth every deed,
Truth worth every pledge,
Sacrifice worth every advance,
Possibilities beyond circumstance,
Rhythm to liberty’s dance,
America you are a second chance.
Flowers in the midst of rain,
Relief from tyranny’s pain,
Kindness in every vein,
Discernment keeping humanity sane,
Roses of passion in the nation’s bouquet,
Humility embodied in every way,
Justice prevailing in all people say,
America you are the light of day.

Summer

Summer by Martin Kníže
Picture By: Martin Kníže

You disappear
While I’m still here.
A toss in the air,
Wind in my hair –
I feel you still:
You were happiness,
You were sunshine in every smile,
You were truth in every mile.
Front porches filled with dreams,
You hung from the moonbeams
Like birds filled their houses.
You changed our lifestyle
Told us we had a life worthwhile.
We called you
Summer.
But you disappeared.

Rough Water

Water by Das Sasha
Picture By: Das Sasha

You’re knee-deep in life.

The water rising every day.

You’re lost in a sea of doubt,

Trying to come to shore.

You’ve lived in strife

Trying to find your way,

Rough water rocks your boat

You just can’t take it anymore.

So if you’re lost,

Look down.

There in the water – you’ll see a shadow,

Follow it as it flies to shore.

Memories

Shoreline by Sarah Burvenich
Picture By: Sarah Burvenich

I have as many memories

As grains of sand on the shore.

But the salty wind blows

And then they disappear.

Footprints here, a sandcastle there –

They’re all the same to me.

Without you here,

My day is cloudy like morning fog.

I can remember, yes,

But that is not the same as feeling.

I have as many memories

As grains of sand on the shore.

But those memories,

They are not the same as reality.

Music

Piano Keys by Andree Brown
Picture By: Andree Brown

Music is in his being,

The way he walks, you know it all along:

Rhythm is his air.

There’s no other to compare.

When he plays

The music fills your veins.

In your soul,

It’s like an invisible glow.

The sound of his voice,

Makes a change in your choice.

There is no dissonance

In his tone, his dance.

Because music is his being.