Poems

Black and White Corners~ By Tom Squitieri 6/4/2020 We fade to others, in the shade find Liberation Square to them Diamonds to us Stark black and white Produces the internal Rainbow shadow Where sharp lines on Outsides Be the ruse for The melding that Beckons One day the lines join in the corner To dazzle others

Fronds In The Sky (Published by Pomme Journal January 2020 in the book, “Put Into Words, My Love”)) The passing clouds Look thin to most Until they meet Your skin Then they come alive Open their vault Share the treasure With a like beauty Of nature The dusky skyline chortles watching the masses Move on

The Fireflies Path to The Pond (Twisted Vine, Fall 2019) Wander down the path With me To the pond To shed and swim Let’s watch a few stars Bounce off the water Play tag with Each other As they laugh and splash a comet And flounce in the moon’s smile Watered out We walk as

She Now Came Back by Tom Squitieri (May 22, 2020, in From Whispers To Roars)   The calendar cackles As if charting a day A week, months Can substitute For a dearth of Radiance She went away Faint becomes dim Creativity gets Impatient Dreams dither With her Spring would come Frequently Each Sunday To light

I Will Be There~ By Tom Squitieri 4/23/2020 The Voices Project if you sit some day when the sun is out and the virus is gone, I will find you buy you coffee, read for you and create a poem right there.I promise the Bosnia bullets that smacked my arm the Haitian feet that kicked me

(Published by Stardust Review, Septmber 23, 2019)   When they light up They look up And I make sure I see those eyes As they inhale They draw deeply The smoke And their eyes Go deeply Into mine The French girls Are not sure Where I am from Or who I am But they pause

(Published in The Griffin’s Inkspot) I did not mean to wake you As I tasted my morning lover That coffee The gurgling of the pot loud enough To stir From afar You come to taste And get on your tip toes Of course, you do not need to be on them to sip coffee As

Here, There, Every Hare The ears rise and the nose turns It’s out there somewhere Paws forward Body still As the last sun tweaks the visage The sky spilling its paints once more To keep us interested until tomorrow Still in the grass The hare at dusk He knows we are there. He believes if

My contribution to the Poetry – La Nuit de la Poésie Quand s’éloigner dit bonjour Seulement cette fois quand elle s’en va est-ce que je l’aime plus Cette fois, sa bonne nuit semblait avec plus de bien que de nuit en elle. Son sourire hurla silencieusement le bonheur qui a nié le vent en dehors

THE COYOTE CLEARS THE FOG BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 2 | The capture of the morning is yours when you look. It settles my uncertainty. It tells me who I am. It makes the fog genuflect to open a pathway inside.    Morning dances, with a melody still forming. The

TENNYSON WARNED ME BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 2 | The day and I told them it would be bad But they scoffed and refused to believe They insisted on doing things their foolish way Proving they were war zone plebes   So, hours after we were cleared and supposed to

NOT ANY HARBOR BY TOM SQUITIERI Jan 27, 2019 | Poetry | 1 | And then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for the