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CONTENTS:

• LETTERS
• LIGHT BETWEEN - WALTZ WAVE
• VOICE OF THE EARTH - GHAZAL
• AUGUST PICK MY POEM
• GARDEN CAT - OPEN-ENDED COUPLETS
• HIDDEN PLACE - HAIKU
• BEST POEM OF AUGUST
• Staff & Contact info

FIRST PLACE - A signed copy of "Indigo Avenue," written and donated by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine's Editor-in-Chief.
 

tangerine sleeves

light:
honey
light,
wine light,
afternoon
fading
to
twilight,
with clouds of
ambergris and
red amber
trailing like
scarves,
fringed shawls,
tangerine
sleeves pinned
down
to day’s
hem

Elizabeth Barrette, Charleston, IL, USA

Bat Banquets

At
dusk bat-
tal-
ions of
brown bats rise
from their
home
in Carls-
bad Cavern
darkening twi-
light skys as
they de-
part
for a
beetle ban-
quet on
the
fly by
night

Lois Lay Castiglioni, Galveston, TX, USA

Maine Reflections

on
Long Lake
sun
ignites
trees water
firefly
brief
window
opens to
recapitu-
late day in
flash fire
fish
ripples
ferry fleet
reflec
tions
into
night

Lynette M. Bowen, Webster, TX, USA

Sun Snake

Slinks
under-
ground.
Outlook
fades to shade,
brushing
brinks
of light.
Colors splay,
painting heaven
ruby red
in blood.
Man
peeling,
sun hissing;
Rest now.
Sleep
old Sol,
dream.

Tanya Ruth Larson, Kamloops, BC, CAN

Changing Sky

Sky
so bright
and
blinding;
chromatic
orange
ball.
In one
fleeting hour,
this orb will move
south towards
the still
earth
making
the sky turn
pitch black
as
dark night
falls.

Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD, USA

Resurrection Connection

day
gloaming:
spent
crimson;
horizon
bloody
with
old Sol's
protracted
(yet timely) death.
charcoal to
pitch black
night
pleased to
rewind
the tape --
Sol
rises
whole

SJ Baldock, Lancaster, TX, USA

Porch Reflection

in
the haze
of
morning
I seldom
notice
how
the day
moves on by
bit by slow bit
until night
sets down
on
my porch
and I've let
it all
slide
into
sleep

Gary Blankenship, Bremerton, WA, USA

Closer Now

Dawn
echoes
each
thunder
clap and boom
under
gray
shadows;
the rumbles
feel closer now
than at dusk,
roll on
far
longer,
a buffer
against
heat
yet to
rise.

Betty Dobson, Halifax, NS, CAN

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Kennesaw Mountain

The
hush of
dusk
descends
on swaying
pine trees
sketched
against
the sky whose
finger clouds re-
leased peach sun-
set tones
as
crickets'
amorous
love songs
rise
at day's
end

Kay Lay Earnest, Smyrna, GA, USA

Starlit Dream

sun
oozes
blood
sinking
westerly
towards
dawn
hues red
orange blue
welcome nightfall
mother earth
tucks in
night
under
slumbering
blanket
sweet
starlit
dreams

Tim Floto, Scotts Valley, Ca, USA

Moments Notice

fresh
reaching
light
in soft
crescendo
filters
through
the blinds
refractions
orchestrated
horizon
journeys
swift
within
the waking
of my
minds
conscious
eye

Roz Garay, Riverside, CA, USA

Something's Coming

Light
filters
through
the leaves
of tall oak
green and
soft
as dusk
takes over
from day's brightness
while thunder
rumbles
in
distance
as breezes
promise
rain
with the
night

Mary E. Gray, Newport News, VA, USA

night light

stay
with me
play
with me
see the sky
grow gray
and
rosy
sated birds
and butterflies
settle down
for night-
time
sighs her
sweet refrain
fragrant
light
twilight
sight

Avonne Griffin, Greer, SC, USA

Twilight Serenade

star
shine glows
bids
welcome
lovers dance
under
moon
lit sky
together
a slow romance
tenderly
timid
both
begin
to whisper
they share
each
searching
night

Maryann Hazen-Stearns, Ellenville, NY, USA

Measured Pace

I
stay the
night
to wait
upon the
dawn that
I
might bring
her pace to
my helter-skel-
ter world, now
wiser
for
having
witnessed a
peaceful
dawn
slowly
rise.

Janet Parker, Leesburg, FL, USA

Touched By

In
silver
rays
morning
mist creeps and
blends with
sweet
scented
gardenia
filtering night
day quickens
I rise
rush
lift my
face to morn-
ing bliss
It
touches
me.

Judith Schiele, Brandon, MS, USA

At Midlight

Red

firelight

fades
to pur-
ple then black.
White lamp
twin-
kles low
in the east.
Breeze ruffles leaves,
cool on fore-
heads tired
from
day’s work.
Time of peace.
Time of
pass-
age to
rest.

Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA

Light Sounds

fade
sunset
its
gloaming
of color
whispers
light
hinting
of rainbows
moments before
its silence
resounds
in
a gray
almost moan
then shh. . .
so
softly
night

James M. Thompson, Baytown, TX, USA

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FIRST PLACE - A signed copy of "Indigo Avenue," by Craig Tigerman.
 

After The Storm

If one can look above and not below
see the clear sky and not the damage done.

By the wild, wayward storm of yesterday
deny the injured count, and storm tossed trees.

See not the water's rage that grasped the banks
of overflowing streams that swept torn earth.

Orphaned animals left without their homes
so any sudden storm now panics them.

Victims of the storm that lashed the coast
for several days before it went its way.

So bright and sunny up above today
so ravished, empty, barren down below.

Thoughts of rebuilding on the minds of men
While ladies tremble thinking of their loss.

Janet Parker, Leesburg, FL, USA

Sanctum

There is more than enough vegetation
to sustain human life on my back.

Golden sun emits sufficient energy
to power the planet's demands.

Ample seas, oceans, lakes, rivers and streams
provide abundant resources for marine-life.

Indigenous trees provide clear atmosphere
for feathered creatures to soar.

Inside my earth belly wait minerals, clays,
salts, gases, and oils for healthy life.

Scattered across my skin are peoples
for companionship, support and guidance.

Within these peoples are the spirits necessary
to recognize these as blessings before the eleventh-hour.

Maryann Hazen Stearns, Ellenville, NY, USA

The Blue Planet

From a distant place beyond familiar atmosphere
there is a purist view of me, blue and alluring.

I wrap myself in mystery, clouds resembling gauze,
perhaps to hide my scars and undulating mood.

Children scatter across my vast and varied terrain,
gather in groups of likeness, some plain, some furious.

A she-bear is patient with her cubs, then swipes them
with a roar and heavy paw; I lash at mine with wind.

My face has changed with time and tribulation. Temptation
ever strips away my pride, but I survive to lift my chin.

I rise to heights of circumstantial bliss. Where air is thin
I begin to feel the wispy touch of elemental veils.

Do you understand the depth of me? Restrained in boundaries,
pooled for inheritance, I drum my fingers along the shore.

Avonne Griffin, Greer, SC, USA

Reality Amuck

I rise each morning watching for sun's bright glow
craving it's beauty hidden by smog and smoke.

My prairie survives in hidden valleys where
the earth diggers can not find her soft underbelly.

Nightmares of blasted scared, obliterated
mountains waken me in torrents of coldest sweat.

Wind moans uncaught by forest raped and sawed asunder,
set ablaze by lightning licking the wounds of man.

Raging torrents dig watery graves consuming
terra firma, pine bower, rosy garden plots.

Mosquito pools germinate death as the crow flies,
the unsuspecting victims play in summer's heat.

Far north, an icy melting permafrost slipping
quiet into seas washing away existence.

Linda L. Creech, Bellefontaine, OH, USA

Lamentation

Drought, dying crops, dust-eroded farms
Through parched lips the earth speaks

Brush fires burn, wildfires devour
With tongues of flame the earth speaks

Tornado, cyclone, hurricane, nor'easter
Through the very air the earth speaks

Pollution blinds, deafens, and chokes us
We do not listen when the earth speaks

Too many people--and a gorilla--drown
Through flooding tears the earth speaks

Global warming, shrinking habitats
Where will we go when there's nowhere left?

The earth is our cradle, our home
We should listen when the earth speaks

Mary E. Gray, Newport News, VA, USA

Evolution of Revelation

A cauldron brewing on a planet, porous remnants
filter atomic spores, giant mushrooms rocket;

Drastic weather-patterns plague, sockeye-runs dwindle
dragging fishermen to rock-bottom ocean floors.

Pyramids built, supernaturally, all come tumbling down
deleting millions of puzzles, temblor of the earth.

Smog lays claim to the day, Kyoto a Suzuki dream
as smoke stacks meet contrails, X's and O's in the sky;

The battle of good and evil, world nemeses are leading
today's malignant cancers to tomorrow's hijacked dreams;

Controlling who is born, a reptilian trait, be afraid
clones of genocide, straight into motherless incubators.

The sun will abort our galaxy, into the abyss of prophecy
a gust in August's inferno, and our daily bread is toast;

Tanya Ruth Larson, Kamloops, BC, CAN

Persistence

Jade green, lapiz blue - a marriage of the two here
where tall grasses waded out into the ocean.

Rivers ran through the prairie's heart, constantly
refilling the grateful Gulf which sent back gifts of rain.

A hundred years ago the grass was still so tall a man
had to stand his stirrups to see the way ahead.

Today concrete scars criscross the bald scalp of
the countryside and any gutsy grass is quickly cut.

The thundering herd which rolled like lava across the land,
fed, clothed, housed The People, is now Buffalo Burgers $5.

The grouse which drummed and stamped his ballet of life
is still around, barely, his drums drowned by jetenginesound.

Yet every spring, pink poppies, red paintbrush, bluebonnets,
buttercups pour across the land - as the prairie tries again.

John E. Rice, Houston, TX, USA

Nostalgia

Conservation isn’t what it used to be
Back when flower children were in full bloom.

The aluminum can recycle bins
Have become as rare as endless forests.

Instead of reducing time on the road
You applaud conquering oil fields by force.

You sit and complain when the waste of others
Fills the spots you’re seeking to toss your own.

You live to raise buildings and businesses
And reject the green of the parks and woods.

How can you think of your own profit and comfort
While the birds and animals lose so much?

You who worship the material life
Were the youth who once lived for simple things.

Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA

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Winner of a $10.00 electronic book gift certificate from Barnes & Noble.
 

Lighthouse Island

a stand of vine maple
trunks and limbs
covered with mossbeard
graybrown, tangled

no tarzanswing
cheetaclimb
longjohnsilveravastmatie
bombsaway
hopalonggidiyup
injunattack
slothrest

this hidden grove
in need of a boy's imagination

Gary Blankenship, Bremerton, WA, USA

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FIRST PLACE - Winner of a blank book donated by Kathleen Elizabeth Schaefer.

Shooting Stars

Tiggie hides from my daughter, who squats down to peer
Inside each freshly hewn pot awaiting new soil, behind

Each potted plant whose name she does not know. The whisk
Of a tail sends her squealing for a bit of string to

Lure her auntie’s cat from its hiding place.  The tail is drawn
Under the boat to re-emerge, poorly camouflaged by the dark hanging

Blossoms of a bougainvillea branch, their tiny white flowers open to the
Withering dusk. As moon ascends further in the sky, my daughter sighs,

"I’ve never seen a shooting star but I have a wish for it," and I
Who have seen so many stars seer the sky, reach up

For the cat who meows, then crouches down before leaping
Onto the patio table, forming a crescent arc with her tail.

Terrie Leigh Relf, San Diego, CA, USA
COMMENTS:  Nice usage of free verse in a conventional form.  Title ties in nicely with poem.  Excellent descriptions that keep your attention. Good internal and end rhyme usage with "sigh," "I," "sky."  Lovely juxtaposition of the cat's crescent tail with the arc of a shooting star across the sky.  Very nice example of open couplets, with the lines flowing very easily and smoothly.  Nice positioning of various foliages to provide clear mental images.  Weaves a pattern of sharp awareness in a warm inviting fashion.  Excellent command of the language, with pleasing diction and alliteration.  Poetic and beautiful depiction.
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SECOND PLACE
The Queen

The Persian Matriarch rests on her white adirondack throne,
surveying her kingdom, eyeing, in camouflaged white tones,

her prey. Her avian subjects, enticed by the bird pond and food,
frolic and feast, while the queen watches her unwary brood,

plotting her next step. Slowly rising, she readies herself
for the assault, an unsuspecting chick oblivious to her stealth

the target of her attack. Crouched and creeping, she moves
in for the kill, instinct driving her, she's in her groove

and ready to pounce. She attacks with fast feral fury,
in a blurry eye-blink, a shrill screech and a flurry

of white fur. The bird flies off, the queen lands in a clatter,
picks herself up, dignity in tact, as if it is of no matter.

Tim Floto, Scotts Valley, Ca, USA
COMMENTS:  Humorous depiction of cat-like pose. Good rhythym and metre. Storyline pulls reader into poem.
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THIRD PLACE
Seeing Spots

Shadows lengthen, daylight fades and fails
As peppercat tussles with foxtails

Beside the brick border.  Herbs hang low,
Nodding heads over the patio,

Heavy with seed.  They just match her fur,
Black spots on blond field, a subtle blur

Of umber.  Her eyes are two green leaves
Opening and closing.  Under eaves

Still dripping rain, I watch, and know her
True name.  Night falls.  Moon and stars show her

As she falls asleep beneath the shelf
Daughter of Cat Who Walks By Himself.

Elizabeth Barrette, Charleston, IL, USA
COMMENTS:  Nice usage of alliteration, and wonderful metaphor.
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HONORABLE MENTION
Tiger's Trials

We don't need the rooster's crow,
blue jays scream at Tiger far below

their treetop tower. At dawn's first
light, the feathered gang dares him to do his worst

as if he really cared. It's just not fair,
he thinks, as he gives the noisy mob a glare

and heads for shelter. Under the rose
he takes a Tiger pause, flashes claws from ends of toes

just to prove he still can. He keeps a golden eye
on the door, waiting for one of us to happen by,

let him in for breakfast. Tuna from a can -
better than jay any day - and a nap on the blue divan.

John E. Rice, Houston, TX, USA
COMMENTS:  Title invites the reader into poem. Humorous ending line showing dichotomy. Good internal rhyme.
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OTHER POEMS COMMENTED UPON BY OUR EDITORS
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Cat Dreams

Gabriel gazes at Koi fish
Lazily rippling the pond, then

Pulls a frond of water lily
Into his smiling mouth

-- Grimaces as he spits it out
Pouts; preens graying whiskers

Intent upon a sanguine face
Where every hair's in place

Eyes spy a golden straggler
Swimming closer than the rest,

Wildly extends his cat paw claws
Yet dares not breach loathed wetness.

SJ Baldock, Lancaster, TX, USA
COMMENTS:  By naming the cat at the beginning, the poet pulls the reader into the poem - it becomes personal (purrsonal?).  Wonderful exacting detail of each little thing, from the specific name of the fish inhabiting the pond to the specific flower frond to the grayness of Gabriel's whiskers.  Laughter-invoking final lines create a poem well-worth a re-read!
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Tabby Talk

Today I found a shabby tabby meowing by my back door
I said, I have two cats and don’t have room for more

She said, I understand clearly what you have to say,
If you can spare a bowl of milk I’ll be on my way

Your cats are lucky to have all those packs of Pounce
Do you think they would mind if you served me an ounce?

I was thrown out of my home without a single word
The day they caught me eyeing their silly talking bird

Life on the street life is rough for a truly proper lady
There’re lots of Toms wandering and most are rather shady

As she turned to go she woefully eyed my sunny window seat
Tonight, I have three purring felines snuggling by my feet.

Lois Lay Castiglioni, Galveston, TX, USA
COMMENTS:   Rollicking rhyme, as well as amusing double entendres and personification of the shabby tabby make this a must-read!
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The Purr-fect Ending?

Among fragrant fallen petal,
Footprints in the dew will settle

Hints that someone lingers. Hidden
In the shadows he is bidden

To seek shelter beneath flowers
And he'll rest there. Passing hours

Of a lazy summer day. Then
As evening calls attention, when

Perfumes are apt to waft. Scenting
Breezes with his tail up venting

Like an old tom cat, but a white
stripe ends this tale, in evening light.

Linda L. Creech, Bellefontaine, Ohio, USA
COMMENTS:  Smiles for the title...  Lovely rhyme, and alliteration.  Wonderful double meaning in "white stripe ends this tale."
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Royalty in Residence

From the day the blue-eyed kitten arrived in her new home
She walked with the pride of a queen ascending her throne

Kay and Milton understood their roles, they were to please
This independent pure-bred Chocolate Point Siamese

She declared common chow food would never touch her dish
Would only accept people food with doubles on the fish

Kay served as personal groomer and slept by Socki's bed
While she signaled Milton when it was time to be fed

When she reached old age and moved to a new domain
Life for Kay and Milton never was the same

Sometimes they hear orders from their departed queen
But awake to find the instructions were only in a dream.

Kay Lay Earnest, Smyrna, GA, USA
COMMENTS:  Apt title, considering the subject matter!  A heart-warming tribute to a special kitty, and a nice look at the personal lives of cats - and perhaps a peep into the way their feline minds work.  Good attention to rhyme and meter.
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Jungle Kitties

Three little kittens wandered away
and found themselves in the golden sway

of tasseled grass and dandelions
ripe for games of crouch-and-seek. Quiet

at first, they stalked real sleek, circling
with evil intent. One waited to spring

until position was right. Ears and eyes
rose slightly above the bend and rise

as another began to blend and creep
like a tiger might. The third made a leap

and they rolled around in a mingled ball
of fur . . . until they heard her call.

Avonne Griffin, Greer, SC, USA
COMMENTS: "Crouch-and-seek" is a lovely turn of phrase, so appropriate to feline subject matter!  Excellent rhyme, and a lovely image of the imaginary world of those special creatures, kittens.
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Triple Confrontation

My Chihuahuas dash onto the deck in a frenzy trying to shove
their noses through the spaces between the boards, sniffing

frantically; a sure sign of, 'Cat-Under-Porch!'
I attach ChickenLeg and BeckyBareBelly

to their tether on the clothesline and just as their
already running feet hit the ground, They're Off!,

chasing a gigantic golden cat through the garden
as far as the rope will allow, then Yoink!

they snap to a full stop with GingerCat
well out of reach through the field;

flicking her tail in triumph, she turns -
her whiskered grin replaced with gray feathers.

Maryann Hazen Stearns, Ellenville, NY, USA
COMMENTS:  Hilarious names have the reader rolling with laughter before long!  Glorious sound-words, and clever capitalization, create a comic-book worthy "sound balloon" style poem.  Closing line is a surprise.
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Lazy Daisy Summer Days

Lazy Daisy, sprawling across old track ties,
Nearly hidden by dust, curled in shade's dance

Beneath willow sweeps. One-eyed glint, now and again,
Letting me know she's still alive, while lively

Cricket's chirps add vocals. Bluegrass banjo's
Deliverance purrs, in tune with breezy chime's

Lullaby. Country girl strums her tail in time.
Heaving herself, twenty pounds on tired-swing's

Too-fast sway and, bloop, over the side. Old mouse
dodging kittens, stops to stare; Daisy only sighs

Recognizing the one that got away. Years passed.
Years past, like a scythe in the wheat, she was spry.

Tanya Ruth Larson, Kamloops, BC, CAN
COMMENTS:  Beautiful, lazy poem - very good attention to specific words to prolong the feeling of laziness.  Very good observations of cat behavior, such as "one-eyed glint" while they sleep.  Excellent, excellent descriptives to capture the feeling of a cat past her prime, while also subtly tying this in with human thought processes.
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Siamese Sammy

It's in the shape of his dainty feet
The way the turn when he runs to greet

Across them smudges resembling black soot
Painstakingly marking each small foot

The way he holds his tail up high and tight
So garden cat artistically right

The pleading invitation in his eyes
The low and barely audible small sighs

Announcing he's now on his way to bed
And hopes you'd like to join him there instead

Of watching that old, late night, TV show
For the second, or third, time in a row.

Janet Parker, Leesburg, FL USA
COMMENTS:   Sweet portrait of a sweet kitten, waiting for more attention.  Nice imagery.
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Fall Romp

While the summer heat baked our town, he dozed
Lying stretched in the grass full length, eyes closed

To our ever-hurrying human ways
Which to him must seem as completely crazed

As a mouse that runs to attack. Today
Now the first chill of fall has come our way

And the heat is gone. He springs to the crown
Of the high gate-hill; then he plunges down

To the path below, and he chases leaves
Running helter-skelter before the breeze

And he leaps again, and he swats the sky
As to wave the autumn a friendly "Hi."

Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA
COMMENTS:  A cat, behaving as humans must wish to behave upon the break of summer's heat!  Very nice rhythm and meter, as well as vivid mental images

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FIRST PLACE
 

deep in forest
a patch of moss
summer dampness

Janet Parker, Leesburg, FL, USA

beyond cedar's shade
the ringneck's call echoes
dandelions drift east

Gary Blankenship, Bremerton, WA, USA

meadow cloaked in snow
brilliant moon obscures night
pine shadows dance

Tim Floto, Scotts Valley, Ca, USA

ponderous moon
turtle buries her eggs
full belly round

Lisa Janice Cohen, Newton, MA, USA

HONORABLE MENTION
 

late autumn berries
dull black and bright bittersweet
dangle from bushes

Mary E. Gray, Newport News, Virginia, USA

terns winging breezes
waves weave crescendo
endless echoes

Bev Steward, Santa Barbara, CA, USA

evergreen forest
serene spring-fed crystal pond
sun bleeding daybreak

SJ Baldock, Lancaster, TX, USA

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turtle crosses isthmus
water to water
sun cracks rising mud

Lynette M. Bowen, Webster, TX, USA

green glassy pond
heron statuette rises
fish on final flight

Roberta Pipes Bowman, Fort Worth, TX, USA

larch trees glowing gold
offer swooping obeisance
to Mount Fuji-san

SuzAnne C. Cole, Houston, TX, USA

long low coastal cave
black-tipped liquid sliver stabs
virgin heart of sand

Betty Dobson, Halifax, NS, CAN

rushing cedar creek
woodland greenery surrounds
bluejays nest nearby

Bonnie B. Hayes, Waretown, NJ, USA

atmospheric gradations
periwinkle sand
black rock mountain silhouette

Maryann Hazen Stearns, Ellenville, NY, USA

blue sky
wind pushes cloud across
giant palm

Terrie Relf, San Diego, CA, USA

green erupts from earth
rambles over hill and glen
heather bursts explode

Lynne Remick, Nesconset, NY, USA

high tide hits dry shore
with ferocious rippling waves
drowning thirsty grass

Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD USA

pine needles firmly
stand attentive new green growth
underbrush of gold

Tony A. Thompson, Lufkin, TX, USA

hill over river
jade leaves dance around trunk
three-color sings there

Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA

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Shooting Stars

Tiggie hides from my daughter, who squats down to peer
Inside each freshly hewn pot awaiting new soil, behind

Each potted plant whose name she does not know. The whisk
Of a tail sends her squealing for a bit of string to

Lure her auntie’s cat from its hiding place.  The tail is drawn
Under the boat to re-emerge, poorly camouflaged by the dark hanging

Blossoms of a bougainvillea branch, their tiny white flowers open to the
Withering dusk. As moon ascends further in the sky, my daughter sighs,

"I’ve never seen a shooting star but I have a wish for it," and I
Who have seen so many stars seer the sky, reach up

For the cat who meows, then crouches down before leaping
Onto the patio table, forming a crescent arc with her tail.

Terrie Leigh Relf, San Diego, CA, USA

COMMENTS:  Nice usage of free verse in a conventional form.  Title ties in nicely with poem.  Excellent descriptions that keep your attention. Good internal and end rhyme usage with "sigh", "I", "sky."  Lovely juxtaposition of the cat's crescent tail with the arc of a shooting star across the sky.  Very nice example of open couplets, with the lines flowing very easily and smoothly.  Nice positioning of various foliages to provide clear mental images.  Weaves a pattern of sharp awareness in a warm inviting fashion.  Excellent command of the language, with pleasing diction and alliteration.  Poetic and beautiful depiction.

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Note: We choose poets for our interviews from among our membership.  On occasion we consider other poets from recommendations we receive from other editors.  We are not an editing service, a print magazine, a vanity press, or a bulletin board.  Not every entry will be published, nor will every entry be commented upon.  We review only poetry sent by Sol Magazine members in response to open Sol Magazine contests.
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All poetry remains the property of the poet, except Sol Magazine reserves the right to publish all poems (once) at a future date, and/or to post them to a web page.  NONE may be reproduced without permission of Sol Magazine.  Electronic forwarding is permitted as long as no portion of this magazine is changed and all credits are given.
 

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