Best Blue Air Poems

the raspy whisper

finally
 
gets my full attention -
wistfully I smile
..for its persistence reminds me of you..

the crisp red leaf 
scuttles scrapingly
across the gray pavement
to and fro 
like a dancing crab
moving with the whims of the winds
chasing me 
as it seemed like I had once chased...

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When  butterflies float downward like a leaf
As air of Autumn dances everywhere
Whispers of wings become a bright motif
Floating, drifting, wandering on blue air.

Scents of cinnamon whisper treats to come
As wondrous woodsmoke warms us from within
At entry doors are straw and flowering mums
Every shape and...

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R a i n ~ a misted mirror
coated in petrichor pain ~
fused with memories
pirouetting through the
veiled salt of the earth,
caressing the Pina Colada dreams
adrift in the icy-blue air,
amidst clouds soaked
in prismatic hues ~
arching like opalescent canopies,
to hide the despair I’ve draped
in dragonfly hues that no...

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My basket lifts from ground; I, eager, stand
inside it as I drift into blue air.
I see below - the slowly shrinking land,
above my head, a giant yellow pear.

She takes me high, and as I’m looking down,
I view the checkered rows of each green lawn
around the...

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Heaven's furry sheep
Grazing the light atmosphere
Bares blue the sky's bloom

Clouds were made to weep
Not paint portraits on blue air
Trees without perfume

The virtual sea
These Jason's sail, hides nothing
Except death's surprise

The eyes graze the deep
Visions of the mind, what fear
Like frosty waves leap

From the hearts dark sea
The...

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"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning 
from Hell 
which never 
really left him 
any peace, 
the...

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Fairy kings, dryads
 in the labyrinths of nightfall
fill children’s heads with dread.
They walk hushed, their pockets full of bread

Bewitched these children bring
elusive, unthinkable thoughts,
of wings that flitter in aqua tints,
perch a silver instant on nodding fronds
tumble into violet, dew- drop flowers.

Spirits of the blue air,...

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This is perhaps the most powerful day, 
early spring giving way to the main course, 
the trees hastily bursting their buds, 
blooming in reds, oranges and yellows - 
the reflection of the opposite season, 
now with the addition of white, 
white as the clouds above,...

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Fall is getting prompt for its chilly main part.
Spread each leaf until the forest floor is strewn.
Joined by bright leaves waving to the summer's past.
Differing old layouts, and not a trice too soon!

Spread each leaf until the forest floor is strewn.
And the heron shriek out...

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A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic. 
An ecstatic jubilation bided...

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Christmas Hope

I was sitting and thinking how love would be nice
considering this world cold and callous as ice.
Then quite suddenly out of the crystal blue air
came a feeling of warmth as if someone did care.

Someplace down in my heart burned a fire to believe
ignited by...

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Without words, I wanted 
to write a poem. Would you 
read it from the moist eyes ?

          *

It was a strange thing. 
Finding the darkness of whitemoon 
in blue air.

      ...

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lush blue syringes
filled with caked on pus
she is not a mannequin
nor a living doll
nor dead space ajar.
She likes to stare
at the backs of her hands
as if at any moment
they would mutate into dust.
She can still feel
their presence
as she reaches out for air
one cup of blue...

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Ink black liquid shadows
pour across the lawn.
In blue air
cats glide in and out of moonbeams,
slip into pools of darkness –
disappear.

Barn owl
ghostly white night angel
swoops –
plummets – soars
and in its claws –
a captured mouse.

Somewhere a baby cries
dogs bark
trains pass.
Overhead
a plane,
lights bright,
comes in to land.

Shadows reclaim
the silence.
Cats...

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Summer is a different artwork to paint
Lush berries line the pathway
Passion thrives in blue air....

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