April 1992
Paperweight Dreams
Flowers
Suspended in air like an eagle in flight.
Colors preserved simply to hold paper in
place.
A life-like appearance unlike anything else.
Unknown by sight,
A cool, smooth surface, like that of an ice
cube.
When I close my eyes,
I can hear a sweet melody
Soft and gentle.
Like crystalline voices of mermaids.
Flowing across calm ocean waters.
% attention endlessly captured.
Leading me to wonder and dream.
Was it a field of flowers where two lovers
secretly met?
Was it given in memory of a loved one?
Or a symbol of hope and care?
Endless stories flow in my mind while I try to
Work,
'^ery distracting but an everlasting joy.
On my desk for me always to enjoy.
Jane Singleton
The Belles
Page 9
After the Party
Good times, bad times.
Dreams between golden stars
seem half melted away.
He thought he had her fire
held firmly beneath him.
There was no one, except her.
His world and himself, except her.
Now he watches the stretch of road
while holding the wheel steady
through a deserted valley.
The wind whispers
her name.
How lovely she looked in a yellow blouse,
her chin nuzzled on the soft pillow.
His head turned from her.
He now drives to nowhere
away from everyone.
He is going to drive away
her memory.
Jenny Schmidt
Ending
This sharp emotion moves
A solid black cloud through my eyes
Pounding at my posture
Grabbing every heartbeat
My brain falls as a tangled spider web
With cut strings
Wavering sharp base notes deafen
My sensitive ears
Every piece of my cracking skin
Turns to jagged rock
Falling gradually
Into a chasm full of nightmares
Hurling waters rush stinging needles into
my empty body
salty and bitter
I want to
cry all of my salt
scream out my lost voice
blow every piercing breath
Until
My soul shines again
Light
Sun
Life
Lisa Furukawa
Rn vrn Uit"’
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Meg Tuttle
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