Marisa Bevington
Inspiration piece

Im·pen·e·tra·ble
By Alyscia Cunningham
Response

Time flies
Years go by
Her insight intensifies.

Though tired and worn
She passes the locust thorn
Unadorned

Grown accustomed to hurdles
Her soul sets and fertiles
And visions glimpse eternal.

Sensitive yet sturdy
Unharmed because she’s worthy
Seen in her Irises journey

Her strength is heritable
And firmness is inseparable
Aged wisdom and beauty make her impenetrable.

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Alyscia Cunningham
Response

Lost Threads
By Gena Stutzman
Inspiration piece

lost threads from your old coat
chosen and carried through the air
by that hope-filled sparrow
contain memories of you
particles of you-

smiles, loving intentions,
tenderness, tears
epiphanies,
wild rhythms and wild dancing
each thread like stardust.

imagine a tree filled with memories of hundreds of seasons
waiting,
longing,
for the softness of feathers
the rejoicing of birdsongs.

traces of you becoming the answer to the prayers of a tree and a bird.

Brian MacDonald
Inspiration Piece

Spark
by Alyscia Cunningham
Response

At first you grasped me tenderly,
Caressed my core vivaciously,
Piece-by-piece, created me,
To light our cosmic galaxy.

Formed my inner soul perfectly,
And topped my crown so carefully,
Then flipped the switch in hope to see,
A flick of light inside of me.

My inward being wanted to be,
Your hopeful opportunity.

But your smile conflicted far from glee.
As my glow dimmed like debris.

Unfilled expected goals,
Felt as if you’ve lost control,
A space once warm has now turned cold,
Frustrations trigger lonesome holds.

You turned your back from our console,
And slipped into a sunken hole.
Forgotten pathways to uphold,
Trials and tribulations stroll.

Return to feed your dreams abstain,
Let time not be your goals refrain.
Please pick me up and try again,
And Spark the coil that joined our chain.

Lisa Kilhefner
Inspiration piece

Riverbed
By Alyscia Cunningham
Response

I thought a distant memory,
like a faded path of pebbled tea.

Beaded sounds encircled me,
aligned my head so peacefully.

Turned my head to think alone,
and wondered where I’d find my home.

I eye a river from afar,
and rocky mountains by the stars,

As I walked I saw a path,
the river trail calmed my wrath.

When I reached the mountaintop,
I fell in love, I had to stop.

I then saw home and broke my chain,
while dazzled beauty filled my brain.

Now I’m free to rest my head,
I lay aside my riverbed.

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Alyscia Cunningham
“Pathway”
Response

As I walk through the valley,
My mind signals rally,
Deliberating COMBAT for countless of tallies.

Mind wars turned gloomy,
High hopes parted through me,
Alone was the STANCE seen bloomy.

Injustice arise,
Fear silenced the cries,
Flocks are PARTING on high.

Feeling the weight,
Still rejecting the bait,
Strong-willed STOOD led by fate.

I thought all along,
Courage diminished the song,
But the ONLY held strong.

What I thought was unseen,
Cleared a passage, changed the theme,
For OTHERS to revive their dream.

Turning for a glance around,
Revealed a path lined in brown,
PAVING the way for firm ground.

The green shrubs around me,
Kept my focus unboundly,
Weaving PATHWAYS of difference profoundly.

And the rays brightly beaming,
On the journey now gleaming,
DIRECTION for those once seeming.

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Donna JT Smith
Inspiration piece

Dandelion Stroll
By Alyscia Cunningham
Response

Glimpses of time pass by,
birthday candles multiply.

As aging increases I can’t deny,
desires to be my own ally.

Fire dims and cakes disappear,
tending to others stifled my air.

My wish on a candle diminished to rare,
and celebrations of her was no longer there.

Putting holds on goals turned from days into years,
as obligations for me transformed a deaf ear.

Daily routine smothered my vision,
cycles of circles caused a collision,

Neglect to self forced a decision,
be present to me or cause a division.

Aspirations of purpose adjusted my mission,
Then awareness of me had finally arisen.

Taking a leap for my own soul,
I filled the neglected hole.

With florets of meaning I now unfold,
Blown wishes spreads seedlings that I now console.

From dandelions of courage on my new stroll,
I broke through the chain of my own parole.

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Alyscia Cunningham
Response

Imperfect Perfection
By Donna JT Smith
Inspiration piece

In imperfection,
A perfect beauty abides
Drawing us inward.

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