Beautiful poem and artwork, Steve.
Crossroads on the valley floor, a sign,
a part-time river colored laundry blue,
and by the water in a town, the air is scented
with hot absence, molecules in chaos
ignoring windward motion.
The parkland’s plaque is dull, I make it shine,
reflect the woken world with Brasso,
and polish out its words:
You wonder why you’re still asleep.
Your other wonders why he’s still awake.
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prayer flags whispered your name
no face to see
looked everywhere
let it be
embers know patience
matter of time before it becomes flame
so much solace
in simply knowing your name
Picture credit:
https://www.pexels.com/photo/assorted-color-flags-under-gray-clouds-1685842/
the festive globes
remind me
it is high time
they come off my mini Christmas tree
i love the lights
the festive bublé melodies
they make me happy
wipe away those maladies
and i love the warm apple cider
with an old-fashioned strawberry shortcake
to sleep on a hammock under the stars
and wait for the kiss of a snowflake
the blood moon is red
some rivers blue
the colour gray comes to mind
when i say i miss you
the grass blades sway
as the breeze passes by
i wonder
what is the colour of a sigh
Photo by Ksenia Makagonova on Unsplash
“She went looking for Eternity
to clarify the universal observer’s role”…Love it!
While I was washing roses by the gate
with a dash of liquid Omo on a toothbrush,
fish-heads came to mind,
and I began a metaphysical meander
with just the two of us: my neighbor’s cat and I.
Two chords for self-taught breathing,
causality’s unwound tidal oscillations,
nor birds nor raindrops nor Pangaea:
everyone is waiting for a doorway in the wind,
feather-dusting the furniture for departure.
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frosty gardens
decorated with many a festive light
the black starry skies
such a wondrous sight
exchange gifts
convey new year greetings
make new promises
for more coffee meetings
comment on the new designs
travel infused holiday glow
choose to go
with the flow
wondering how to get to the other side
need one glimpse a chance to say hi
as the new year dawns
sit on the beach and sip cardamon chai
talk about this and that
be silent as we hold hands
watch life slip by
like turquoise waters kissing the white sands
to love
is to let go
but can it also be
to ask for a little more
i take one step forward
you gently push me back
to where I want to go
need a heart and no map
for what we sometimes want and imagine
can be more than a fleeting desire
some lives are connected
like embers and fire
i think about our lives
across the miles sweet mysterious ties
i choose to sleep like a content child
while the moon plays with the starry skies
your mornings
my nights
our days
no senseless fights
comforting solace
strange deep connection
nothing heartless
just a fascination
for simple things
no bling
so much joy
they always bring
like a child
i frantically turn and search
while you graciously hide
a stranger out of reach
we will find each other
someday somehow somewhere
may the bold morning sun gently shine on you
my far away cherry blossom…won’t you take care?
