[Poetry] Two Poems by Jim Bellanca

Tear Drops

I saw your tears

Drop frozen on snow-painted ground

by chilly winter winds

to wait your heart’s delight.

I hear my feet crunch ice and snow

in search of slow burning wood.

The Absent Guest

In search of lunch,

an eagle wings sunrise sun-rays.

He whooshes down upon

a rabbit skirting fast,

to miss an early noontime feast.

Tomorrow is another day.

After six decades as an English teacher and educational publisher, Jim Bellanca unretired to write poetry. He uses formal rhymed/metrical poems such as the sonnet, American Cinquain, villanelle as well as prose, blank and free verse. He draws on his life experiences with nature, peace, family, and making whimsical fun of senior life. In the past year, Witcraft, 7th Phyric Circle, Sparks of Calliope, The Aerial Journal, and The Ethereai Haunted Journal, and others have accepted his poems.