Sentimental Poetry edited by Anthony Watkins
For a moment the ticking time stopped
of course, we lived, but yesterday
became tomorrow reflected in today.
The plaintive ooh . . . oooh dove cried for hours
a background, repetitive, reliable soft sound
nothing wrong with omitting a day.
Sweltering sun shadows green and black
nothing special, just ooh . . . oooh. Oh that dove
crying for a mate, lost yesterday, not even there tomorrow.
I killed a mosquito; will he be missed?
Will another mosquito cry for him, ashamed wearing sunglasses?
Mosquito-tears, what do they look like?
His mother now, no more his wife. A fleeting kiss in public
not allowed. “Aw Mom no! What will they think?”
A sigh in the sun. It's time to allow the clock to tick.
Warm winds whisper some strange silence
though soft and caressing.
Slow and stealthy steps
pass the sudden stare of a rose,
of many buttercups.
hue after hue grows clear
from backgrounds source, where
leaf and blossom drip liquid crystals.
I must have entered paradise.
Great mountain peaks announce
the sight of day's most festive hour.
They glow from joy of sparkling light
that later shines below.
Marjon van Bruggen has been writing poetry since she was seventeen, but started seriously writing when she got pensioned. She is seventy-six now, married twice, has two children and five grandchildren.
Since 2015, her work has been included in I Am Not A Silent Poet, The NY Literary Magazine (Anthology August 2016) and Pride in Poetry.
Marjon studied in Amsterdam University Andragogic (this is not a faculty anymore) and followed writer's and poetry courses on-line with the IOWA State University, Greek and Roman Mythology with the Pennsylvanian University. At the moment also Advanced Editing Classes with Michael Collins (NY State University).
Family From Oregon to Texas
Living under the Oregon moon
And reaching for those I love
Falling short time and again
Of feeling their welcome hug
Having never seen the babes
Their little arms that hold
Life that passes within a blink
Mayhap I’ll never know
How I wish to travel there
Under the Texas moon
And see my angels playing all
Their loving family tunes
I may not ever see or hear
Their happy laughter ring
But God does know their little hearts
He’ll tell them for whom I sing.
Julie Nedele lives and writes in Cottage Grove, Oregon.
water sloshing on every side in a white
the loudness, the sharpness, the whirring
the clicks and clanking led its way to the
sing of the machinery making a low steady
sound while it crooned a melody causing me
to shut my eyes as i waited for the buzzer
to sound off
feeling the powerful vibration of his feet
i dare not open my eyes, i dare not move
his smell so ordinary i wanted to bathe in it
bottle it, taste and enjoy it completely
i knew straight away that it was the
scent of an older man
he defined the smell of clean,
the way we wish our laundry to be
imagining him as the noise whistled
ah, those sweet smelling memories
for an instant, he was there
Why a Sentimental Poetry page, you might ask?
If you notice, we have several different sections for various genre/types of poetry. As modern free verse has grown, the space for formal and rhyming poetry has nearly disappeared, though a bit of a revival in the last decade has created a few outlets focused strictly or very nearly strictly in this category. We at BTS believe all poetry is best exposed in a mixed environment. A Haiku enthusiast may come to us to read Kevin's monthly contribution to that field, and stumble onto S Ye's Translations, or Vera's Formal page. Yet, we try to give space to each group in a way that doesn't offend the sensibilities of a person who detests one form or another. In our cafeteria, we try to offer enough on each page to be worth the trip.
Recently, I realized we were under serving poetry from continents other than North America and Europe, so we added an International page, and now, for similar reasons, we are adding this new page for poetry that reflects a style that while sometimes dismissed in the lean experimental direction that free verse has taken. If you love a sentimental poem, or if you love to write sentimental poems, this page may be for you! As always, if you have any suggestions or comments, or if you want to send a poem or two, please drop us an email at firstname.lastname@example.org, or check out out forums and share your thoughts there! - Anthony Watkins