Blue Granite Review

“Lost” (Andy Griner)

gtcbgr — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:43:26 +0000

I can’t remember….

My heart has forgotten

And my mind is twisted.

My eyes look down

And my hands stay glued to my pockets.

My feet walk

but don’t know where they go.

I am lost….

Where are the faded steps of the past?

Why can I not look back?

“You are free”,

The voices say.

Is freedom now a prison?,

Or am I just lost?

“The Warrior” (Heather Nield)

gtcbgr — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:42:47 +0000

The warrior felt the soft mud on his cheek

The battle not over yet he excepted defeat

The horses all pranced, bucked and neighed

The sun was drowning, the light began to fade

Victory cries weren’t all he heard

Small footsteps approached which seemed so absurd

Tiny warm hands covered his eyes

A feeling so distant, the memory, he cried

A weak voice did whisper for him to get up

His heart beat faster, his blood ran so thick not unlike syrup

The hand reached down and placed it in his

The tug only meant that this child wanted him to live

His lids slightly opened and he saw such blue eyes

He saw only love, he was content to die

“Silent to the World” (Allen Sligh)

gtcbgr — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:42:17 +0000

Birthed into a world of silence and darkness,

Damned from all that we know and relate to;

All that would be known was that of touch and smell.

Fingertips prancing across a line of indents

Tell of great tales and adventures

But none of it can be fully understood.

The scent of nearby roses taunted the senses,

A smell of beauty… unrequited to the eyes,

Yet vengeful toward the grope of reaching hands.

The dark red stained against the smooth white petals

As the hands gingerly handled the only beauty they knew:

The only beauty it can truly sense

That of a rose

“A Gentle Performance” (Angela R. Landreth)

gtcbgr — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:41:45 +0000

The stage is set.

A performance for all senses.

The moon shines as the spotlight

upon the stage.

Anticipation rises as a wave

combs over the sand.

Like a gentle ballerina reaching

out for her partner.

The wave pulls back.

and is caressed by the wind.

Together they move fluently

across the stage.

Every graceful movement is captivating.

The stars twinkle in the clear sky

as if to applaud.

Clouds roll in

acting as the curtain

falling to the stage,

signaling the conclusion

of tonight’s performance.

“The Sun” (Danny Barbare)

gtcbgr — Fri, 09 May 2008 15:40:26 +0000

As if ever so warm

The sun is in the window

And lovely. Day after

Day it rewrites the page,

Breaks the limbs of the

Trees into splinters of

Light. How I love to shine.

“Vegetables” (Nicholas Pursche)

gtcbgr — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:29:59 +0000

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“Tree” (Jessie Clark)

gtcbgr — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:29:01 +0000

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“Pirate Planks” (Jessie Clark)

gtcbgr — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:28:11 +0000

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“House” (Jessie Clark)

gtcbgr — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:27:23 +0000

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“Suffocation” (Brad Knight)

gtcbgr — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:24:47 +0000

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