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Poetry lovers, I'm honored to shine a spotlight on emerging poet, Caleb Ogwuru, who brings us a delightful four-part poem, "Seasons." Thanks, Caleb, for sharing your words with SHINE! Seasons OneThe nights arrive sooner now. Day sketches her sky. Experimenting with whites and blacks. Oak and Birch exhausted, each leaf will be fallen, even they too tired to stand rest on sweating green. A cloud so heavy it is yet to rise adds mist and mystery, she too mourning summer. TwoLife slows itself to a wander and strolls across ice-ridden ground. Air slips in and out of view, matching these exertions stride for stride. The clouds are absent, off in search of warmth. Daylight brief, the only reminder of a sun’s existence. ThreeEverything is new here, life is yet to understand itself. Suddenly greens add noise to scenes once filled with a white silence. These hours are calm and violent. Day, unsure of season to which he belongs, concedes to each in an afternoon. FourDays find the time night had left behind and repurpose it as their own. Sunshine reflects on waves brave enough to explore what lies beyond the horizon. Behind these scenes a thunder recites, ready to play his part. Each star a distant flame scorching the darkness, until even the nights perspire.  Caleb Ogwuru is a Black-British writer of Nigerian descent, originally from Manchester and currently living in London. SHINE poetry is Caleb's publishing debut.
Welcome, Poet TB3! Poetry lovers, please enjoy this poem about the "runner's high" (not a runner anymore but I used to be, and I'm sure this poem will resonate with many!). Poet TB3, thanks for sharing your words with the SHINE audience. A Runner's Rest Rest Time to take a day off from training Rest A runner’s mind enjoys it Rest Sharpens the mind, boosts motivation Rest A runner’s muscles enjoy it Rest, now over Recovery, strength Back on the track One mile to go Breathe in Breathe out The runner pushes ahead Sees the finish – Finish line in sight, If only to endure This agony, pain Without rest In the morning Rest Time to take a day off from training Rest A runner’s mind enjoys it Rest Sharpens the mind, boosts motivation Rest A runner’s muscles enjoy it  T.E. “Poet TB3” Brooks, is a USAF Veteran’s wife, poet, and self-published author. Her first chapbook of poems, Heroism, Humility, and Honor, Poems to Thank You (2016), was written to say “thank you” to those who sacrifice their lives to serve one’s country. She wrote those poems to reflect what heroism, humility, and honor mean to her. Some of her hobbies include writing, music, traveling, and digital creations. She resides in Virginia with her family. Connect with her on social media on Instagram: @poettb3
Welcome back, poetry lovers! This week I'm shining a spotlight on Irish poet, Kieran Beville, who brings us three seasonal poems perfect for the Spring/Fall Equinox that rolled around again last week. So whether you're in the Northern or Southern Hemishpere, thanks for your interest in SHINE international poetry series. And a hearty thanks to Kieran, for sharing your gift of words! Spring Will Come and GoThe pregnant earth will birth flowers – Crocuses and bluebells will run wild around the feet of the fragrant pine trees clustered in the lower field. There, crows squabble and mallards seem to laugh. In the pond swans descend shattering the mirror of morning sun. Daffodils will stand proud again blowing their trumpets until they bend to the soil. We too will bow in due season and all our pride will be covered in the creeping ivy of forgetfulness. Autumn Evening Sitting on my swing-seat, a candle lantern glowing in the dark. Autumn sidling up to me like a cat. The last of the roses droop their heads for the long sleep. There is something soothing about the gentle swaying – a boat on a lake. No music, no reading just the city breathing – a slumbering lover in this sacred space. Autumn MelancholyWhen hooded hills loiter in the night And branches bend with sloes, Something lurks in dwindling light Amongst the whispering shadows. Then melancholy glides, Silent as an owl, Its wings moist with mist – To perch in nocturnal thoughts And stare into the heart's abyss.  Kieran Beville is an Irish author, poet, and journalist. He is author of Write Now – A Guide to Becoming a Writer (Limerick Writers Centre, 2019). Beville has had a substantial number of poems and articles published in various newspapers, journals and magazines, as well as five collections of poetry (Revival Press).
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SHINE - International Poetry Series
From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
NOW IN PRINT!
Stars Over the Dordogne
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