Creations Magazine Poetry & Art

I Still Remember
by Jennifer Reiter, Astoria, NY

I’m rocking in my mother’s arms
She blows on my cheek
Each time I rock towards her I feel warmer
I shut my eyes and enjoy the motion
Her smell, her perfect way of holding

Haiku
by Gerald Starlight, Roosevelt, NY

Awaken seedlings
Awaiting the flowers bloom
Awareness of Spring

What Goes Around Comes Around
By Ruth Sabath Rosenthal, New York, NY

Careful now, food foolery could keep
us awake, make countless Sheep flock
to play beat the clock, shock Bo Peep
into a change of careers. Poppycock

you say, the man in the moon crushed
by felled Cows, their lives snuffed
by raging disease — whole herds stricken
by foul feed made of their fallen kin?

Not an ounce of truth? Hold no stock
in the fact livestock retaliate post-haste,
post mortem by sickening us with chop,
burger, frank & steak?

Folly
by Maureen Hadzick – Spisak, Huntington Station, NY

Not by nature, but man
The tree fell
Birds cried all night long.

I Am My Mother
by Leni Friedland, Mt. Sinai, NY

I am my mother
when my heart holds on tightly
to those I love.
In the mirror I see an older face
with thinning skin, deep lines.
My mother’s face is staring back;
I always thought it was just me.

The Grandmother Tree
by Duffy Spencer, Westbury, NY

She stood before me
Her cascading splendor calling me.
I walked inside of her
In awe, I cried

Great mother,
You spread yourself out
to leave room
inside your womb.

Your branches shelter me.
I rest within you.

Your limbs are old and knarled
Your body deeply grounded
Your leaves rich and green

I sing, Oh mother
I am calling your child
seeking healing

I rest on her branches
I hold her
She envelops me
ancient, yet new

G.O.D.
the Great Out Doors
I feel your presence
alive inside me.

Beautiful Woman
by Jennifer Reiter, Astoria, NY

Her beauty sways and a surprising reflection is
exposed with each slight turn,
so delicate and sharp that one must at once question
and answer its presense

The Majesty
by David Weisner, Staten Island, NY

The Majesty.
The Grandeur
of God’s green earth

Capture a Mountain
in a bonnet
of sun

Eclipse
the serpentine axis
of a thousand nights

White Clouds.
Trees of red and orange
an elixir of spirit

This Earth.
She is God.
A part of, and a whole

White Swan.
Such grace
The heartbeat of happiness

Ripples in the lake
Mirror the breath
of the Divine

She speaks to me
With lips of wine
Angels on her continence

Sit with me
On Earth, With God
My Home.