Posts Tagged ‘ Donna Fleischer ’

two poems by Donna Fleischer | moongarlic E-zine issue 3 from Yet To Be Named Free Press, Stoke-on-Trent, England

delete –

cruel

word

no exit

the fontanelle pulses

escape

– Donna Fleischer
moongarlic 3 November 2014
p
p 28 – 29

“Inspired Chaos or Just Chaos” by Donna Fleischer | The Marsh Hawk Press Review (Fall 2014) Edited by Eileen R. Tabios

Inspired Chaos or Just Chaos

 

The bristlecone pine here nearly
5,000 years, even after drouth, with its symbiotic
neighbor sequoia, a protective coloring for each,
who would hesitate to call this affection?

Its parabola pineconedness a mashup into form, for a while
there’s periodicity, duration, dimensionality,
repeatability, language acquisition, and imposition
of meaning; arising concepts of property,
agency, recognition of authorship in order to
patrol these waters. How will seed open? How to know?

 

Feeling. Mysteries of infant babble and breast, stuporous
gaze as cell and cell and cell divide into overlap motility, hibernation,
dormancy, equinox, silence. Shadow minutes before dawn invokes
Aeolus, Greek god of winds breathe life into these forms, inspire
chaos, mutability, imagination. Re-visionings ~

 

– Donna Fleischer
The Marsh Hawk Press Review (Fall 2014)

the dew on grasses – , by Donna Fleischer | CT Environmental Headlines October 2014

the dew on grasses –
dragonflies
are gone 

– Donna Fleischer
CT Environmental Headlines October 2014

charred edges, by Donna Fleischer | The Marsh Hawk Press Review Fall 2014

Charred Edges

crows’ calls
tamp blackness
into distance
and leaves
invert, footfall
blasts edgelight
into glass
puddles mirroring
their own
tiniest daylit fires
while dark wind
glitters

– Donna Fleischer
The Marsh Hawk Press Review

two poems: cold sun, and day light through a glass wall & door by Donna Fleischer | Solitary Plover, Issue #20, Summer 2014

cold sun
the crow calls to
its shadow

– Donna Fleischer

day light through a glass wall & door

a vibrant old rosebush fronts
the glass, compels
June honey bees to tap
against it go   a    w    r    y

in new green grasses
a stunned German Amsel begins to
shake down its plumage

its beak opens – breathless?
its fear shit stiffens on the door sill below
the impact smudge of wingdust

softer insects may ping and
get away; or fall
into a darker ground or stop
in time

– Donna Fleischer

Solitary Plover Summer 2014 Issue #20

(cold sun was originally published in Japan, by Kō)

the black dragonfly by Donna Fleischer | Solitary Plover, Issue #20, Summer 2014

the black dragonfly

gleams with late day sun

a samurai’s dream

– Donna Fleischer

 

Solitary Plover Summer 2014 Issue #20

Sabine Miller, Photo Collage with Haiku by Donna Fleischer

photo-1Sabine Miller, Untitled Photo Collage 2014

This libelulla saturata rested on my arm long enough to be a sundial. Tuckered out from its adventure in the big white skylight. Mid summer-

– Sabine Miller, 2014

 

The edited journal, Under the Basho, honored Donna Fleischer’s haiku “late winter –” with First Prize in its 2014 Under the Basho International Haiku  Contest, that brought with it a $500 cash award and a print broadside.

“Mountain Meadow #71” by Donna Fleischer | Poets for Living Waters | Creating venues for poetry in support of healthy ocean communities

 

 

Donna Fleischer, poet

Poets for Living Waters | Creating venues for poetry in support of healthy ocean communities.

nakazora : : Fieralingue

nakazora*

 

 

they enter beneath an aureole of blue sky cupping a rose garden gazebo with nippled roof radiating so many paths of desire**

 

 

they fall

to the earth they

fall        to love

 

© Donna Fleischer

 

*for buddhists nakazora is a realm which exists between earth and sky where birds and other beings fly

http://bit.ly/u7ASaR

 

**path of desire is an architectural term signifying a short cut

public court – by Donna Fleischer | CT Environmental Headlines

public court –
a yellow butterfly finds
a tear in the net

– Donna Fleischer

http://environmentalheadlines.com/ct/