E. V. " Beth" Wyler is a klutz, who spends too much time in the E.R. When she's not getting patched up with stitches, staples and Band-Aids, E. V. plays with words because she's not bright enough to play with numbers. E. V.’s beloved cat, Delia, is her Editor-In-Chief, often snuggling beside her as she writes. E. V.’s poetry has appeared in: The Eclectic Muse: A Poetry Journal, Feelings of the Heart, The Lyric, Nuthouse Magazine, The Pink Chameleon, The Poet's Haven, The Rotary Dial, Society of Classical Poets, The Storyteller, Vox Poetica, WestWard Quarterly, and on the website of USA Patriotism! Delia and E. V. both thank you for reading E. V.’s poetry.
In the abyss, so black and bleak,
I'm swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel's bay,
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The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
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To Bear Witness (Holocaust)
To bear witness … and awaken the world … he'll rise:
Helpless to halt routine horrors he's seeing,
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Dear Graduates,
... Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing
whispers that a presence needn't be seen to be felt...
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Through the revving roar of Rolling Thunder,
amplifying along air and asphalt,
silent complacency's cast asunder,
by the tour de force its riders exalt.
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