Monarch butterflies

sleep among lush foliage

A pine tree’s lively new dress.

By Hilda Mendoza

Fellow Poets and Visual Artists,

As you may know, many symphony orchestras in America are struggling to survive. Orchestras in Texas, for all the hype about its robust economy, are also in trouble. In my city of Fort Worth, musicians of our world-class symphony went on strike for several months because the management wanted to cut their salaries, which were already much lower than average. The musicians formed a Save Our Symphony group to help attract funding.

The Fort Worth Poetry Society has offered to help the Symphony League by publishing an anthology of poetry and art about classical music. All profits from sales of the anthology will benefit the musicians of the Fort Worth Symphony. Copies of the anthology may also be made available at reduced price to other symphony organizations for fund-raising purposes, so other cities’ symphonies may benefit from sales of this anthology as well.

The purpose of this message is to invite you to contribute poems and original art images about classical music for possible inclusion in the anthology. Each poet and artist included in the anthology will receive one free printed copy of the anthology. We may also publish the anthology as an ebook and as a large hardback. The rights to your poem(s) and images will revert to you after they are published in the anthology.

You are invited to send up to three poems of no more than 50 lines each (maximum 50 characters per line). Please use Times New Roman 12 point font and single spacing. Artists may send up to three images (high-resolution photos or scans of original art, any medium or style). The subject should be classical music. Your response to this email affirms that you are the creator of and own the rights to the work you submit. You may submit both unpublished and previously published poems and artwork for which you own the rights. Email your poems and images along with a brief biographical note (150 words max) and your physical mailing address to: symphonypoems@gmail.com. Deadline for submissions is October 31, 2018.

Thanks so much for your appreciation of classical music and your willingness to help save our symphony orchestras.

In Case Of Emergency, Read Poem
By Michael Baldwin

That what was written on the old man’s chest
When I ripped open his shirt to give him CPR.
I read it several times as I did the useless chest compressions
The message said:
“Thank you, friend, for your concern.
May your kindness here much kindness earn.
This body’s non mine, it’s just a loaner;
my whole life long I’ve sought his owner.
Now that I’ve left its tenancy,
perhaps its owner will find me.
I’ve tried to love all fellow beings,
to know all knowing, to see all seeing,
to move the world with truth and beauty.
I failed, of course, in that great duty.
But trying, always, is the thing;
the world and we, perfectioning.
Now kindly pass along this poem,
and let your body be its home.”
End note: written from a tattoo parlor.


Male brings twigs, grasses, leaves

and female cardinal weaves.

Dense shrubs hide the future nest.

By Hilda Mendoza


The Fort Worth Poetry society meets every second Thursday at 7:00 pm in the Benbrook Library.

driving in the fog
by Ray Henson

without apology
the fog remains
and the streets almost disappear

the drive from point a
to point b

as the fog blends with the distance

constantly confronting me
without regret
or even the faintest sign of mercy

With Liberty in the Background

We three and our camera
arrived at the Staten Island Ferry.
We boarded like regulars in the herd
vying for front side sun shade
and over the chatter of wind
we smiled for photos
pointed like tourists
waved to boaters
grouped and regrouped
with Liberty in the background.

Round-tripped, caught
in the human tide, we were
washed in the wave toward Battery park;
we posed, watched the guys
who popped briefcases open
for an instant selection of Rolex watches,
or genuine leather billfolds for inspection,
all in the babble from Babel.

Snapped in front of the hot-dog stand
we bloomed three smiles:
one for the vendor, one for the Coney,
one for the kraut, then headed north
for Trinity Church.