SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST ~EMILY DICKINSON
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
MOTHER MAY ~BY AGNES WONG
Sunny streaks rouse resting eyes to Mother’s Day
Showy songbird flutters over window to serenade
SILHOUETTES IN LIP GLOSS ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
She dresses in a new,
trendy short dress,
Even if it causes her younger self distress.
CLOSING THE LAST POOLROOM ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing
FOURTEENTH STREET BLUES ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
BREWMERGENCY ~BY POETICIA
I step into the favourite part of my day, coffee time! Black, no sugar, wake-me-up sips swirling into my tired mind