3 Short Poems – J.S. MacLean


Invisible Minority

They are not ghosts
that prowl the earth
down lanes of truth
with greed for sight.


Before the beginning
there was rhythm,
just a forth and back
and then there was

Homestead Dawn

Moobells below a half moon
low bush branches flit
stirred embers fly from a flue


About the contributor: J.S. MacLean has been writing poetry since the early 70s with J.S. MacLean phototwo collections “Molasses Smothered Lemon Slices” and “Infinite Oarsmen for one” available on Amazon. He has had over 175 poems published in journals and magazines internationally in Canada, USA, Ireland, UK, France, Israel, India, Thailand, and Australia. He enjoys the outdoors, and indoors too. In 2007 he won THIS Magazine’s Great Canadian Literary Hunt in Poetry (1st Prize). He strives for the lyrical and hopes for the accidental.

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