FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: GRASS LEAVES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words grass and/or leaves, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on January 17th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Grass Leaves will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, January 25th between 3 and 5 pm PST

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Carl Stilwell AKA CaLokie


TO A COSMOS FLOWER


I want you orange 

like the Mexican Marigolds which honor the dead 

and celebrate their lives during 

Los Dias De Los Muertos 


but I also want you yellow 

as sunlight shining through your petals

like the life coming from our sun


I want 

the sky from where the sunshine comes 

blue

the clouds which float by

white

and your chest high stem with leaves 

growing in pairs along it

green

and the ground from where you sprouted and grow 

brown


I want

your roots sunk deep into dry and sunbaked soil

where you need to be watered 

only once a week or when you start to wilt

and intertwined underground with those of your 

nearby flowering family


I want you

to stretch to the firmament flexible enough 

to bend with the wind

but strong enough 

to return upright whenever it calms


I prefer you wild like your ancestors 

who first grew in Mexico or mine 

who became known as Homo Sapiens

in Africa


I want

you as balanced

as the Cosmos we live in

and which lives in us 





5 TANKA TAKES ON 2025 L.A. FIRES


1


Firestorms explode—

Palisades-Eaton Canyon

Flames jump house to house


Everything is on fire

There is no stopping it


2


Wind sends ash into eyes 

Embers fly all around them

Grass catches on fire


The fire is coming closer

“We have to get out of here!”


3


Fires near Mt Wilson

Thousands of homes destroyed

Apocalyptic scene


Man died holding garden hose

“I think the death toll will rise”


4


Just chimneys standing

Neighborhoods wiped off the map

It’s a war zone


She’s staying with a friend 

Says she may leave state


5


Buddha statue 

and small desert plant saved

“That gives me hope.” 


There is a grieving process

There is a healing process


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