WARM WISHES FOR BROKEN WINGS
warm hands shed heavy gloves
scarves and carrots lie on ground
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warm thoughts of wishful sun
the only precipitation - flowers
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petals dance around in pirouettes
~ fairy-like magic of april & may ~
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bare feet embrace bermuda grass
toes squeeze each blossoming blade
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spring breeze relentlessly relaxes you
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winter’s only a bad dream
no need to extend your tongue
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spring clings to your lips and eyelashes
dandelion seeds fuel your imagination
KIM RODRIGUES © 2017
STEEL-EYED HORIZON
Watercolor paper
So drab
Steel-eyed horizon
Why are the clouds still gray?
Winter never begins
Winter never ends
Leaves long to cling
Onto bare branches
Robins bespeak contentment
Sowing songs of faithful season
Of daffodil days
Unfurled skies of blue
Lush Bermuda grass
Gray scampers off –
A scurry of squirrels
A thin smile of Spring
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Summer market is crowded,
I shall not be found missing.
Nothing like withered leaves
Or disappearing winter birds
But angels in swimming trunks
Pressing men to praise the posh.
In the shinning summer sun,
I shall ignite my motorised Ferrari bike,
Take a cruising ride to the countryside;
Visiting the burgs , the gladiators' square,
And the tombs of the great that ever be.
I shall return in my outboard boat
With wine and flesh for bar-be-cue
And spread my mat by the river side
Upon the well trimmed bermuda grass.
You shall know me when I return;
Sweet Summer Sun shall be my tent.
Jan 4,2015.
swing, my brother
and swig
your liver, brown -
sink your teeth into mine
bermuda grass in my brain
yet again
and the left plank
stands out. again.
here we are, both
shooting arrows blind
or are we just spineless?