“Bald Eagle Democracy”
By Evonna Kostka
National pride talons
grab at the bright orb of the sun.
Feathers dip into cotton puffs,
a mustard beak breaks into a patriotic
song. Another shrieks a battle cry
slicing the blue and white
with the Crimson of innocent foe
Feeding poisoned meat to the young
who are starving from money filled trees.
Yet they shrivel in the dead parent stomach.
(Full Circle)
Cries of a tiny blue bird sang
Nothing but clouds draped the sky
Stillness in the forest it did ring
As summer shone its goodbye
Geese flew through a gray black sky
A scamper of paws across frostbitten ground
As fall whispered it's goodbye
Winter blew down
Snow cakes the ground
A cardinal paints the bleakness
The cold temperatures dash down
Roses on noses called by their cheekiness
Spring chases away bleakness
Tulips of yellow and plants of lime come spring
Romance filled to the brim with cheekiness
The sun rays hit the horizon with a ding
Summer follows fast after spring
A fawn prances across the road
Silver car and what sounds like a ding
Across the lawn of a hopping toad
The circle of seasons on the road
Silence and noise at a tug of war
Its a short life for a toad
Life and death come some more
[Evonna Kostka also submitted a poem for April 28.]
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“Clotheslines”
By Ocie Kilgus
Infertile years these
are; still . . . sheets dried on the line
impregnate my soul
"I teach Spanish and English courses as Nicolet College. Thank goodness for clotheslines for granting perspective."
