Happy 8th Birthday, Thursday Poets Rally at Hyde Park Poetry palace, Chicago, Princeton, Austin, Stillwater, London, New Orleans, San Francisco, etc.

 


a wheat filed could be fine to think of life's ups and downs, poetry wins!!!!!!!!!!!!




 

A Calendar Of Sonnets: January - Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.