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Showing posts with label burdens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label burdens. Show all posts

Friday, August 28, 2026

THE TENDER THINGS

by Janette Schafer



The tender things are those we fold away. 

The lover who didn’t stay, would not say why.

The nephew who’d be the perfect son if only

he could stop drinking. A crow who eats berries

off your front porch until he doesn’t. A mother

who remembers the girl you were at 17, 

and only talks to that child even when she’s 53.

A sister who believes every cuss word is

a demon to cast out. A husband who thinks

every bad day at work is a reason to cheat. 

You’d like the world to try a little tenderness—

except that now Dolly Parton is dead, and today

you needed any ray of sunshine—

so you reach the end of a cassette, hit rewind.





Janette Schafer is a poet, photographer, playwright, and realtor living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Chatham University. She is the author of three collections of poetry and the chief editor of two poetry anthologies. Her writing and photographs have appeared in numerous journals, newspapers, and websites, including Vox Populi, The Missouri Review, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and SWWIM.  She is a winner of the Academy of American Poets Prize. 

Sunday, October 25, 2020

ELECTION

 by Marguerite K. Flanders


Photograph by Kim Seng of Red Shoulder Hawk Perched on Live Oak at Riverbend Park in Jupiter, Florida. Via Flickr. Some rights reserved.


 “Soul selects its own society” —Emily Dickinson
 

Oaks are the last to cast their burdens.
Air is full of the athleticism of change.
 
Chickadees greet the end of the straight road
of night with their tally, the decisive chill.
 
The science of what must turn will leave us
bereft. We wait for all to be revealed,
 
as if choosing will shift the relentless
trajectory of stars, restore what has been
 
felled. Hawk, oak, brook, co-trustees
of winter’s approach, know better.


Marguerite Keil Flanders is the Managing Editor of Crosswinds Poetry Journal.  For nine years she was part of the Ocean State Poetry team running a poetry workshop in the Men’s Medium Security prison in Cranston, Rhode Island.  Margie is the author of a poetry collection, The Persuasive Beauty of Imperfection. Her work has appeared in many publications, including Boston Review, Yankee Magazine, Comstock Review, Nimrod International Journal, Connecticut River Review, and Main Street Rag.