Shadows and colors flit about the walls
As the sun shifts west and twilight comes.
Even the wind seems to be part of the show.
Reds, yellows, grays and yes, even blacks
Moving like rivers along the walls in here.
As the sunlight switches from East to West
To catch this array of colors is as easy
As catching the early morn mist by hand—
It is already gone when you open your hand.
Only the eye can hold the color display.
Our memory has problems retaining the changes.
So much so that only by visiting here
Every other year, or two will you know
How truly exciting and great your visit
To our Grand Canyon will be for you.
Every time you are here, something new
And different each time you see the show.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR SEPTEMBER 2022
OLD WOMAN’S SOLILOQUY
I drift
I dream
I remember…
food
so sweet, so right,
so good
I eat very little now—
not hungry
dresses
with ribbons and lace
and ruffles
Now all my dresses
are the same
easy-care plain
that never fits quite right
people
that I played with
or danced with
or loved…once
Now there are faces
without names
or names that keep changing,
names that never seem right
and the faces not quite clear
but always reminding me—
I laughed
I can remember laughing,
I laugh now, remembering.
I cried, too…a little
I cry now
often
not knowing why
I drift
I dream
I remember
[TWO SMALL POEMS]
Twilight steals
..bluely down
….on hill
……and valley
……..with not
……….a hint
…………of sound
Melting
..snowgold sky
….treeleaf shadows
……floating on sea grass:
……..full moon.
Canyon Vista
Shadows and colors flit about the walls
As the sun shifts west and twilight comes.
Even the wind seems to be part of the show.
Reds, yellows, grays and yes, even blacks
Moving like rivers along the walls in here.
As the sunlight switches from East to West
To catch this array of colors is as easy
As catching the early morn mist by hand—
It is already gone when you open your hand.
Only the eye can hold the color display.
Our memory has problems retaining the changes.
So much so that only by visiting here
Every other year, or two will you know
How truly exciting and great your visit
To our Grand Canyon will be for you.
Every time you are here, something new
And different each time you see the show.
AUTHOR NOTES
GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby
“TWO SMALL POEMS” is included this week for UN International Day of Peace, September 21.
REFRACTIONS –a poem by Robert Roxby
“CANYON VISTA” was inspired to a visit to the Grand Canyon, Arizona in June 1964 with his wife and mother-in-law. It is included this week for September 24, USA National Public Lands Day.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby
“OLD WOMAN’S SOLILOQUY” is included this week for the National Aging Awareness Day, September 18. The poem first appeared in 2000 as part of the author’s chapbook, Paper Doll. The author wrote this after spending days and hours at the rest home where her 91 year old grandmother resided.
SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.
Guidelines for submission:
SPLINTERS FOR SEPTEMBER 2022
THE GIFT OF DANCE
She reached out her arms
with the thoughts of her heart
In the movements of dance
she could speak without words
All the dreams unvoiced
the cries unheard
floated upon song after song
spun into life
with the dance of her hands
For the muted soul
there is the gift of dance
MADONNA OF THE LAND OF THE SOUTHERN SUN
Your veil falls as soft as blue shadow
About flawless countenance
And perpetual smile.
Your lovely heart is hidden.
Where the hot dry winds blow
No rain-tears ever flow.