Tag: poem

  • Poem – What We Must Do

    In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…

  • Poem – From the Marathon

    The poem “From the Marathon” from the reading on 05/04/14. This piece is part of a larger work titled “Marathon Through Open Fields”. I awoke running through snowy fields, the bison lumbering with frozen noses and hanging breath the autumn wheat dusted with snow, weighed down from ice pellets they do not budge when I…

  • Poem – One Truth

    The poem “One Truth” from the reading on 05/04/14. The rain filled dharma is still dharma. Rain falls in fields of white snow. If the snow is one truth, what happens when the snow melts what happens to the truth? It becomes the earth. No matter the state of being the state of mind the…

  • Poem – What We Must Do

    The poem “What We Must Do” from the reading on 05/04/14. We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but of something more primal and of the earth and soil carrying its voice from pastures to fields to the winter beds. The remains we found of creatures roaming…

  • Poem – OF DOG CABLES AND BEAUTY

    Alan Kleiman was kind enough to share this poem here. OF DOG CABLES AND BEAUTY Your pretty face always says to me Welcome Look this way with enthusiasm For you will find symmetries to please your soul when your eyes catch my cheek The line near my forehead the angle of my nose hint life…

  • Ode on Solitude, by Alexander Pope

    Ode on Solitude BY ALEXANDER POPE Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can…

  • Poem – The Raven and the Wolf

    Poem – The Raven and the Wolf

    The dream came furious and ended quickly. Remembered in fragments driven to the edge by fractures. I picked up the pieces scattered across the field. I chased the raven and the wolf carrying those I cherished most, memories of who I thought I was.

  • Author Focus – John Haines

    I first learned of John Haines while taking a class at the Loft Literary Center a few years ago.  From the first poem I was hooked.  I have every book of his, some first editions, and one signed that I was fortunate to find. Mr. Haines also wrote many essays about nature, the world at…

  • Play Review and New Poetry – 01/26/14

    New content has been added to the Stone Path Review Website. Frequent contributor Ricci Milan shared his new poem The Dawn. A review of the play Tech Night 4’33”, written by Vaughan Ellerton, as reviewed by Joseph Farley.

  • Poem – Ode to Death

    Ode to Death, by Hanakia Zedek I awaken in it’s arms Yet it has done me no harm It’s eyes cold and fallow As I have come to know Why do you come to me? Why do you comfort me… Yet never come for me? What do you see in me? Am I to continue…