The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

Patience has been our third companion. We’ve stood against the waves, like a statue buried under. Our love runs deep. Now, a year is nigh. Time washes away from the sand. We’ve grown to one. I’ve never felt so whole. I love you, Dodge. Windlord By Laura Kimzey

The sky was whistling at my windowpane; I heard it race amidst the crackling grass. I ducked my face between the flecks of rain Which now were striping silver on the glass. My sweater blown behind me, I glanced up Unto the clouds all gathering in gloom – They hurled down drops to quench the valley’s cup And threatened me to hasten to my room. But I moved not, remembering a storm When Galilee tore raging at the sail, Until the Windlord bade the beast be calm And at His word the thrashing waves were still. I smile at the clouds that grumble past – Though they were more, they still are in His grasp.

The Riddle By Jeffrey A. Moore I’m average, I’m ordinary, and I’m plain I’m nothing but what I am with nothing to gain

I’m orange, yellow, red and brown mixed with shades of green I’m crumbling in the wind, just a small piece of me left to glean I’m an autumn leaf, but the answer is not that simple you see before I fell from my tree, I was vibrant and beautiful the tip of the limb; plush, free, and one with the breeze I held the conviction I could achieve extraordinary things And for a glimmer I was right since I thrived both day and night

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