Earth, Stars, the canvas, brushed
Each being a thread in its tapestry
Illuminating verses in history’s ode

Soul; Debate of old, Mortal’s kin
Far fonder than a blissful reverie,
Aura of vibrant, pure wonder,
Scents of nature divine

Musical keys heard and felt eternally
Delicate, stirring; to each an own meaning,
Giving hints of flavorful diversity.

In belief the soul existence,
Bares no question.
This vital fire,
Transcends ever forward.

Elizabeth Harding

Elizabeth Harding

Editor-In-Chief at NY Literary Magazine
Elizabeth is our Editor-in-Chief who oversees all the aspects of our online and print publications, as well as managing our team.
She has the final say over what gets published in the magazine and who wins the poetry contests.
Elizabeth Harding