The midsummer sky, so vast and wide,
Takes on a hue that's acerb to describe,
A canvas of blues, so many shades,
A masterpiece that never fades.
Deep indigo, almost back,
As twilight blue, a hint of black,
A sapphire blue, so bright and bold,
A baby blue, so soft and cold.
The clouds dance, so light and airy,
A white so pure, so bright and merry,
A gray so dark, so heavy, and so low
Pink is so soft, akin to a gentle glow.
The stars twinkle, so bright and clear,
A constellation, so faraway but near,
A moon so round, so bright and white,
A sight so grand, it's quite a sight.
The midsummer sky, a treasure of art,
A beauty that touches every heart,
A point in history, so pure and free,
A memory that will always be
Written: June 6, 2023
Categories:
acerb, analogy, appreciation, bird, summer,
Form: Rhyme
My mistake
every word you make
such as frosty shards
smacked me hard.
A truth I would never believe
I had to turn around and leave
This whole time I've been blind
never reacting to what's behind.
The truth is, I will never know
when feelings overflow
Your lies continue to deceive
because it's acerb to believe.
wanting for what I won't ever get
Right now, I reckon it's truly set
My chest is pounding with severe chest pain
You left me and made me uneasy again.
Nothing perishes ever
since life exists wherever.
Written: September 20, 2022
Categories:
acerb, analogy, appreciation, poetry, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet